Friday, September 18, 2015

9.18,15 I ventured out without him later on, the day still dark along the fields nearby



, damp from the night despite the recent searing days, and I found myself along a dirt road, curved toward some destination, down through the fields, and filled with purple and blue and yellow and pink wild flowers, having their very last fling before drying, falling to sleep, providing seeds for birds the whole winter long.

 


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