Shadows pass over the grass and my face as I lay on the ground with my cheek pressed close to the dirt and straw. Small circles are made with the first finger of my right hand in the dust. The dust also covers my arms, resting in between the hairs on my arms, a light jacket of the world around me.
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pikle:
Such intimacy with reality. It's good to see you posting in your journal again DJD.
alexcuervo:
Hey DJD! I sent you a couple emails, but the confirmation page errored out, so I dunno if they went through or not. Grrr...