They are calling me. I don't want to leave. Long grasses dance in the warm breeze. Wildflowers, leaves, insects sparkle in evening sun. Smells are rich, moist, pungent. There may be mice, toads, even snakes. I want to watch, touch, study everything. Again, they are calling. They tell me I belong somewhere else. They are wrong. Where else could I belong? |
• Posted: Oct 14, 2007 16:30:04
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Thursday, June 15th, 2006 PA USA DMC-FZ30 10.8 mm 51 mm 1/30 sec f 3.2 125 |