Friday, March 5, 2010

"Wednesday morning at 5 o'clock when the day begins"




The days continue on without my full presence, and my time is not my own.

The sound of the surf is very loud, the waves crash so that I can hear them through my open windows and open doors.

I am rendering down berries for the impending cold days, I feel the days shortening just as I see the darkness creeping into my evenings, making each day shorter and shorter.

Here is the beginning of a pie, which I will enjoy all the more as the berries were stolen and involved much dust, electric fencing and the mooing of cows.


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