the Beach. over in the shade above B. Probably the last year. She's grown. a plastic mat, kiddie pool, sprinkler fountain. Butterflies came, a very small caterpillar. Goats came and went. we built "architecture" with big rocks. 103 degrees forgotten.
had this maybe 30 years, from a National Geographic. Sudan. She was fleeing with her family and all but her were killed. She continued barefoot, walking and hiding for weeks until she arrived at this refugee center. 9yrs old. The interpreter told the journalist….she says it is beautiful here.
yesterday, Rumblestrip Vermont podcast Erica Heilman this episode: story keeper The Farm. and then later, YouTube, Bread and Puppet Theater. They are still there!, Bread and Puppet people….i know them from when they began in New York, my friend Sarah joined them a while after they'd moved to Vermont. I watched and then when it's over, i sit in the dark and wonder what it might be like if many towns across this confused and divided country created their own Puppets, baked their own Bread and created their own Theater?????? What could come of that?????
Tay was Vigilant for hours starting about 10 p….not just down by the big gate, but then over on the edge that overlooks the creek and around to behind in the old doe Forest….moving, patrolling, deep barking, patrolling…concerned and finally around midnight, i got the Fat Max spotlight and went out in solidarity, …walking the road down, just making my presence known, Goats watched with their luminescent night eyes . Now and then yelling out….GO NOW! Came back and sat in the resting chair half way and looking up, into the dark but not dark night sky, i saw how the branches of the trees lean over to hold the Hill in a kind of embrace.
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