As soon as I get over here there's a feeling that I've left "It" behind -- the machine, or more properly the machines -- the war machine, the automatic teller machine, and all those other clanking things that sustain us and kill us.
It's colder over here, because it's in the deep forest, but bracing if you bundle up for it. Word wars get frozen fast, and stop. I'm gone for the weekend, will return maybe Monday.
Photo: "Spirit of the Forest" by Ramone Monegal.
3 comments:
Dave, that sounds so restorative.
Very nice to see you back, Joe.
Have you been OK?
Send an E.
Dave, just checking if that E got to you.
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