the warmth and the festive fresh blossoms. While I am soothed by the
many shades of gold and tan, brown and green; the elegant curl of the
remarkable dried wild grasses. The multitude of wild ones hiding themselves
invisible out of fear ... of us .
I love the dark and the rained upon , the
durable and the somnolence. After the harvest and just before the deep sleep .
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