just words.
this was a different day for me. there were PEOPLE here.
ordinarily, there are not
People here.
i am thinking about it. kind of re-running the day, like re-play. and i am listening to the sounds of the Goats when Marti's husband was out there, working the Composts. They called to him… calling calling…not knowing who he was, what he was doing. Maybe he would bring those salted peanuts in the shell???? Who knows? yes, and really…who knows?
their voices were different than when they call me. because it was a different scene. first, they sense he is Male. Goats are tuned to that. but then also, they sensed he was busy DOING something. so…their calls were tuned for that. Just in case. Just like you never know. I'm thinking about that. Thinking. Thinking how they change me. Thinking how they sensitize me.
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