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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