I have been out weeding until the light faded to the point that I couldn't accurately tell weeds from seedlings. Happy to have the quiet dusk articulate with clouds and fireflies while the gas kiln is in preheat.
May my silences become more accurate. -Theodore Roethke, poet (1908-1963)
May my silences become more accurate. -Theodore Roethke, poet (1908-1963)
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