listening to horses eat their evening meal
baking a batch of cookies
mixing potting soil
feeding the birds on a cold winters morning
painting my toenails to match my fingernails
pulling out summer clothes and having them all fit or be loose
eating a cantelope that is warm and juicy
water lapping on my ankles as I watch a child play in it
going thru the many cards I have kept over the years from various people for various reasons
coffee on the front porch very early on a very hot summer day
remembering love not gone wrong
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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