November 9, 2009
land
There is something refreshing about the landscape, rolling over to reveal new patterns of crops in the quilt that keeps the earth warm. The sky outside trickles grey into the green and the floors are wonderful cold wood. Each step of the children between stories is a story of creeks and cracks, pittering pats and laughs. The trees outside peer in enviously dripping.
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