Send us a text Welcome back to Fascia and Bones… I have become her, or becoming her, that late 50’s invisible woman standing amongst the sagebrush of Taos, New Mexico, in the dark with a strand of solar Christmas lights, untangling the knots of the string as I drop the strands over the sagebrush in honor of the winter solstice nights. It is a period of time with longer nights, as we approach the time at that very moment on the winter solstice where the moments of darkness begin to be filled w...
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Send us a text Welcome back to Fascia and Bones… I have become her, or becoming her, that late 50’s invisible woman standing amongst the sagebrush of Taos, New Mexico, in the dark with a strand of solar Christmas lights, untangling the knots of the string as I drop the strands over the sagebrush in honor of the winter solstice nights. It is a period of time with longer nights, as we approach the time at that very moment on the winter solstice where the moments of darkness begin to be filled w...
S2E7: Winter Solstice, Invisible Women, Caillach Bheur, and a new Surname!
Fascia & Bones: Unpacking the Mystery
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S2E7: Winter Solstice, Invisible Women, Caillach Bheur, and a new Surname!
Send us a text Welcome back to Fascia and Bones… I have become her, or becoming her, that late 50’s invisible woman standing amongst the sagebrush of Taos, New Mexico, in the dark with a strand of solar Christmas lights, untangling the knots of the string as I drop the strands over the sagebrush in honor of the winter solstice nights. It is a period of time with longer nights, as we approach the time at that very moment on the winter solstice where the moments of darkness begin to be filled w...
Fascia & Bones: Unpacking the Mystery
Send us a text Welcome back to Fascia and Bones… I have become her, or becoming her, that late 50’s invisible woman standing amongst the sagebrush of Taos, New Mexico, in the dark with a strand of solar Christmas lights, untangling the knots of the string as I drop the strands over the sagebrush in honor of the winter solstice nights. It is a period of time with longer nights, as we approach the time at that very moment on the winter solstice where the moments of darkness begin to be filled w...
