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About Me
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- 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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Alas, my comment on this picture from yesterday wasn't saved. So, I'll make it once more (or at least paraphrase).
This is really a good picture!!! I just love it. But I have to wonder, is this still the same Procyon lotor that I grew up with or have I grown too old to keep up with modenrn DNA phylogeny.
Who was that masked man? Surely not the Lone Ranger! Perhaps it's Rocky. All kidding aside, this is one really fine pic.
Cute little chit, isn't he?
He seems to be the only one not scared off by the flash. No one else came last night, at all. *Was* hoping for the council of elders. . . . When *they* are around, he gets pushed out by their biggol bums. And it *is* done on purpose, I've watched, lol!
Love you!
♥
Looks like he still is:
http://species.wikimedia.org/wiki/Procyon_lotor
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