The light of August seeps into paper, weaves into the forest as vibrant as ignited confetti.
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Sun confetti.
jl
A crow perches on a high cedar and calls into the air, half- song, half-scathing commentary.
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Crow in a Birch Tree – working detail from Nutshell Regatta, Jonna Laster
In the still heat of summer, memory simmers and shines: an oasis created out of worn books, crumpled letters, and tree forts swaying under the blue canopy of sky.
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A small door into summer.
jl
A new story emerges, takes shape, stirs me from a long slumber.
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The Writer Elkhound takes a break from the sun and waits to hear a new chapter.
jl
Good to see you back online. It has been a mostly peaceful and contemplative summer. My Elkhounds purr.
Thanks Terry! I really like the image of purring elkhound cats.