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Today my oldest son will graduate from high school, if the weather cooperates. Dark clouds block the sun and drift past my window. For the last few weeks, I have been living in one of those movie collages: memories, photos, and a list of songs play in a continuous loop in my mind. I often joke that I should write a book about the naturalist who raised three boys, each with their own aversion to the natural world - one would have a meltdown if his hands were dirty, the other couldn't bear the heat, and the third was terrified of sneak attacks from venomous creatures, especially black widows. I wonder what Richard Louv would think.
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