Rain all day. HIGH Wind, gusting. This Cloth…about how Some Thing is always born of Everything….a cloth for a day like this. This Hill Forest receives, open armed. you can feel it breathing in the seeping, branches reaching up into Sky.
i dreaded going to do the evening Feed….Tenzen had yet to enter his new hut. I'd tried to lure him in with peanuts for two days, but no dice. Would he be out in the middle of it all, all soggy? What would/could i DO, if so? But..no. There he was, peering out, all dry and comfy in his rice straw bed. Maybe i'll listen to K.d. sing Hallelujah.
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