Aug 20, 2015
"But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day."
“But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.”
We have rejoined the world. The doors and windows are open to the breeze. The stale air is disappearing. It is still hot but not unbearably hot. Here in the dark den all three animals are sleeping near me, each in her special spot. The breeze is coming mostly from the north, from the window behind me. Pleasant best describes the morning. I usually shy away from using generic adjectives. I was,…
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