I watch the sun set behind the hills. I watch planes pass overhead nearly colliding with the moon. I watch the pond empty and then fill again. And again. With ducks. The dogs stand watch, stoic poses, passed through generations and breeding. I wonder what they are thinking.
A common path along the shore of an unnamed lake guides you over entrenched roots and persistent brush, the daily webs strung discreetly The hills of Eastern Bosnia lie dormant craggy rocks and spent shrapnel under the snow Lily of the Valley dormant, hibernates with the bears awaiting the cold to retreat Tall, arching entrance, […]
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