I left behind so
many complexities, and found myself , as we do outside, residing in the pure
and the simple and the true.
Everything was shimmering. Like being a child at first
snowfall, it was filled with wonder.
I walked while he ran; through the burdock, past the Fo Ti
stand , to explore the poor almost-asleep groundhog 's burrows with such
rampant glee. To run into the brush, and flush out angry Sparrows in the midst
of their breakfast. He ran and circled round, then chased down the ball, as he
thundered down the frosted frozen dirt road , and all things were right with
the world , in that place.
All things bright and beautiful
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