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puddlesharkAnother storm blew in last night, set the rain hammering against the windows. But it had blown itself out well before dawn.
A still morning in the forest. Tawny owls calling. Faint constellations among hazy cloud. The Pleiades half-seen when looked at indirectly - a ghost glimpsed in the corner of the eye. The Dark Path between the pines is very dark indeed these late November mornings. Black path, black pines: and Cassiopeia hanging above in the thin strip of night sky between the branches.
A still morning in the forest. Tawny owls calling. Faint constellations among hazy cloud. The Pleiades half-seen when looked at indirectly - a ghost glimpsed in the corner of the eye. The Dark Path between the pines is very dark indeed these late November mornings. Black path, black pines: and Cassiopeia hanging above in the thin strip of night sky between the branches.
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Date: 2022-11-25 09:58 pm (UTC)I like your entire word portrait here.
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Date: 2022-11-26 01:11 pm (UTC)Walking in the dark a lot, I'm used to the company of things that can only be seen when you're not looking at them... :)