dark came fast.
the Goats were running. they were crashing into one another with a kind of Wild Abandon. Arctica got stuck in the fence again and when i cut her loose, she RAN, every where, challenging everyone with such Energy i couldn't understand. Snowbunny, who is Plump, RAN, and her body leaned into the curve, legs going out sideways, once almost skidding to a slide but regaining her balance in the last second. there was crying out in the Doe and baby pen, Nogal got his ear bitten for some major infraction. and i had agreed to to talk with neighborfriend Sydney about making a website for she and her lover/partner's tree trimming business. when i got there they were in the middle of a fight about some kitchen plumbing. got home and son called to report that the crib has indeed been assembled, but wanted most to talk about what has happened??? to his sister's son?????? (we don't know)….. and after these things, suddenly, surprisingly, it became
dark
the horses in the adjoining pasture are whinneying. shrill. they are also running. so…something about this day, this Turning, Day to Night.
and it was a work away day. i was tempted to just skip a day. but i gave my word. everyday for one year. this is only 193. so…this is all there is
drawing on an "old" printout. a crow.
windthread 
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