the moon sits gently

[twinhade]

and the geese fly noisily overhead at about the same time everynight - just as the coulds take on pink borders and my reading light slips away. there is an hour in the day when i am unsure whether the brown is dirt or sunshineskin. such heat and sunshine and constant weeding brings the early evening delirium of harvest house laughter and the

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[eyesonhorizon]

sending some postal words your way...

[twinhade]

i can't wait.