rhubarb is where it's at.
i torched for hours today - birds, twigs and hearts.
it's kind of late and the night air is perfect. it rained lightly around nine and everything smells so clean and alive. the dogs are behind me all a-snooze on the bed. napoleon gives me the one eyed once over to see if i am coming to bed soon. yes little bear, i am, it's an excellent night for sleeping.
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