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Temperatures nearly ninety. A hot breeze, an intermittent bombardment of black walnuts that startles me this quiet Saturday afternoon.
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The hoot owl couple was talking last night under a clear sky and a gibbous moon. One nearby on the farm, the other far to the northeast.
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In tracing the connection between art and science, we see that the flow is as often from art as toward it. --Muriel Rukeyser
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Awakened to the sound of gentle rain, on the grass, on the roof, dripping from the eaves and the awnings, a smiling sound.
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Last night a soft October night. Overhead a sickle moon with a single star nearby, just like on the outhouse door.
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By 7:00, the trees are black against the gray sky. By 7:15, I view the landscape through the ghost of my reflection in the glass.
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"You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way." -- Bob Dylan
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"I do read a lot of contemporary poetry, but it's sort of like nibbling olives or something." -- William Stafford
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I read with the windows closed these cold dark mornings, my view out blocked by my reflection in the glass. I consider lowering the blinds.
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The stars were brilliant in the late-night sky. Orion has topped the trees. Cattle bawling in the distance and the dark.
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Quarter inch of rain last night. It fell hard enough to wake me about 2 a.m., coming through with wind. Not enough, but better than nothing.
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The dark of the moon and mornings are chill and foggy. Still no rain. I want some of Invisible Terry's tapioca pudding, Judith12's rain.
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When I said yesterday was dull, I meant, not boring, but overcast. It is the same today. Dense cloud cover, no rain.
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A dull day here. I am washing windows so the winter won't be any darker than it has to be.
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Already, lawns are sprouting hay-bale spiders and pumpkin-headed strawmen.
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Writing is a reckless encounter with whatever comes along. -- William Stafford
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It is, I am told, National Punctuation Day! Let us pause for a period to apostrophize the dashed glory of the hyphen and the semi-colon.
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@rosswhite you mean MBTI isn't a constant value? I'm shocked. Shocked I tell you. Anyhoo, I came out INFP too, years ago.
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So now we move into the dark. Already my dawn reading hour has become a late-night reading hour, background of cricket song, not birds.
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Is anybody, with the possible exception of Henry Paulson who seems to get a lot of unfettered power, happy with this bailout?
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