Solitude & Laundry

October 26, 2012
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I wrote this in late September at Ravenrock:

Autumn Comes
I walk onto the deck in twilight that feels as if it is hurried along, as if the wind dashes over the crest snapping a whip, urging the light, which gathers birds and butterflies in its graying arms, away from this summer haunt to other regions south of the equator. Yes, it is no longer summer.

I put my empty dinner bowl on the wash table, sluice water into it from the blue pitcher, scrub it, rinse it, casting the ...

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