it is a hot day .....In the backyard,
soft fur........................... she sat in the creek with her feet in the water
set into a decaying tree trunk. ..........in the shadow of the pine trees.
down by the riverside........Every pebble glistened as the water moved over it,
cold water......................and the pine needles and yellow brown leaves mingled together in the places
every morning just at nine ........where the current was slow
in song and story... in inks of various colors........ and the deer and the buffalo play ................. come and sit by my side if you love me..... the smell of hops and honey.... The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ inside, the text was black....................... and then I'd wish for.................... making love...................... they whispered back........ hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored tiles............... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several miles........

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