Abruptly woken from an intricate dream by a dog nose gently touching mine, I got up to let the dogs out. The quiet talking of the wind met my ears when I opened the door - WInd in conversation with Trees, a private exchange I could not quite understand. The bright full moon watched silently from above.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
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