Wednesday, July 7, 2010
July 7th
It's the evening before my birthday. I am upstairs at my sisters in the old part of the farmhouse. The walls are about 18 inches thick. Here, upstairs, I am overlooking the pond where at least a dozen bullfrogs call to each other in their deep baritone, trombone like sound. One after the other they call out. boom, boom, boom.... and so it goes. The green heron, which is actually purple and burgundy has already flown off. The coyotes have yipped and packed up. Everyone here is in bed. Tomorrow is my birthday.
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This simply transported me; the details-walls 18 inches thick, etc.--do the trick. I feel happier and more relaxed after reading this. Thank you.
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