About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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Puddle, we visited the sandhill cranes Saturday. Cindy drove up to a few thousand prehistoric travellers on the Platte while I was napping. As I came out of sleep, I saw that small groups of birds were attending, or playing with the beings in the orbs in this picture. So now we have a few answers and a million new questions.
We sat in a riverblind at sunset while a complete multitude of cranes landed all around us. Still getting coldchills 2 days later. The Earth will be OK.
steve*in*ne
Cold chills here, as I read this. I know we are no way alone, Awesome vision Steve. ♥
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