Summer

the jewelweeds blow in the hazy, hanging air – otherwise the verdant scene is still. the slow drips of the earlier drenching rain off my gutter; plants intact. it smells of a damp, warm, old and familiar place that only I can remember – stone stairs lead me there. there the summers flew by – […]

Bon nuit

Here I am, ready to venture off into the mountains…

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