i went to work today in San Antonio. I've said all this before, but to say again, it's up on the mesa. They have many acres of land. The house itself they built. Not many rooms, but all very Large. A windmill. No one is ever home when i go there, so my relationship with the house itself is intimate. I see the people maybe once a year. It's just them, their dogs, horses, some outside cats. A garden. The land. Mid cleaning, i sat on their step and just felt it all. That this is the home they built for themselves to live their lives in. All around is high desert mesa….sand, rocks, creosote, some pine, some trees they have planted, but not many. The land is in a natural state. I don't know what i am thinking about it. It's just a feltsense right now.
there is Change. Some kind of Loosening.
and behind this bud, could it be there is another smaller one?…i think so
i haven't seen this little cherub for i have no idea how many years. Tay must have found it.
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