September 2008
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Horses
During the night, horses passed close to our parked van. Inside I woke cold under the sleeping bag, hearing their heavy sway, the gravel harsh under their hooves as they moved off down the bank to the river. You slept on, Though maybe in your dream you felt them enter our life just long enough to cause that slight stirring, a small spasm in your limbs and then a sigh so quiet, so close to being...
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This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me — The simple News that Nature told — With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see — For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen — Judge tenderly — of Me
- Emily Dickinson