brief night sit on the porch by myself.
chill breeze again, this one from the south, carrying the rain we're expecting later tonight. again the smell of flowers on the wind.
looked at a house today, out in the country. a farmhouse, a barn, a small orchard, a forest of 12 acres. old cemeteries up the dirt road, coyotes, barn swallows. a walking trail that passes through the back yard on its way to canada. the house has seen births and deaths, has hosted visiting musicians, and was very inviting to us.
Friday, May 16, 2008
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