this way. it hadn't rained. This is simply the moisture in the "air". It was magic.
and then slowly became Day. Day Night, Day Night. over and over. it's all we know and
all we count on. Tonight, as Alyssia, Jenny and Emrie left there were all those small bats flitting and darting and hovering overhead. i could not possibly want more.
I am (almost) always awake before dawn … sitting at the table, reading, the light grows slowly but steadily … today clouds are flying, the light fluid
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I love how the drops dance with the hanging object. So beautiful. Seeing bats is very special.
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just magic
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the short daylight hours make this harder for me. Dark comes so soon. The Goats and i remain on the “old” time.
but however, i love watching Morning come
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the bats…i am reading about them now. I think these are
of a beauty Full name, Little Browns.
their flight is just joyous. I hope they can feel my love
for them.
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isn’t it. dripping glass. dark and light. small things.
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windthread 
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