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This morning at 5 a.m. |
Aug 4, 2010 |
I
sat outside under my walnut tree
and just listened. It was early
dawn, not quite daylight yet,
and there was a restlessness in
the trees and wind. A subtle
rustling of leaves and branches
and wind skating along the
surfaces of things and searching
for anything it could make move
or shift or cause to utter a
sound. It invited me to utter a
sound, it made me breathe,
joining my exhale with it's
restlessness. And the two of us,
the wind and my breath, began to
wander the neighborhood
together....
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