felt adrift today. no particular reason. so spent time OutSide to fortify self. Mostly with Gideon.
the Spirits attended, even giving him a rainbow
it always comes to this. After doing the pitchfork work to clear the scrap feed from the Gate, i sat and sang to him my fake Navajo songs that all the Goats like very much and he likes a LOT. I said Metta for him, a long time and as he is, he wanted to be close. He is such a romantic.
Gideon.
If he makes it to Spring, it will be easy to let him loose to browse the new Kochia. All the others will be beside themselves but that's ok. These are his final days. He is Grand and Elegant and Fine.
his shelter that Travis and i built. I like how SUN shines through the tarp that covers the Out Side
that WIND that brought down Old Russian Olive did other things. Trashed this old rockingchair
halfway Un Hung the Basket of Stuff
but the Mirror, out by the Raft, remains.
isn't that Amazing?
or what.
windthread 
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