those numinous moments of awareness and introspection and elation that remind us of the exquisite, the poetic, the divine
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
9/19/11 A truly misty morning...
Little beadlets of moisture, you don't know where they come from, they hang on you, make the fading brown grass greasy, dust everything with these tiny moist pellets, like teeny beads, elemental and new.
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