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traces of collie and golden retriever
.....The cabin where we were working was one large room
soft fur........................... divided into cozy nooks by an irregular floor plan set into a decaying tree trunk...........and by the way our furniture was arranged. the sound of water ......... white capped mountains........In the center of the room was a long wooden table cold water,......................big enough for both of us to work at purple lupine on the hillside ........although I was more likely to prop myself up among the pillows walking down to the water...on the daybed beside the window that looked out across the creek. a flowered dress............. unexpected woodland events .....sharing the view with Winsock who usually lay among the pillows spring water in winter.....in such a way that she could see the water and the hills. the smell of hops and honey... The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes......She was an ample, smiling cat -- the smell of green grass....the corners of her mouth always turned up warm stones by the river....as if life was a continual source of pleasure. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a black woodstove............................ screen has been going black....................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... the faded Indian blanket on the daybed
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