looking out a dirt path........................We were sharing a warm can of coors down by the creek
soft fur...........................with our feet dangling side by side in the rapidly flowing cold water.
the eagles overhead......................Gunter had forgotten
the sound of water .........to mail his mother's birthday present,
white capped mountains........to remove our dinner from the freezer in the morning (as I had asked) cold water......................to purchase a replacement for our printer ribbon cartridge
purple lupine on the hillside ........(currently producing undecipherable output)
walking down to the water..."I have flown too close to the Interface - a flowered dress..............singing my mind ...............low flying planes .................with the knowledge of its extraordinary workings," he said spring water in winter.....when I mentioned the impossibility of defrosting the casserole in time for dinner.
a glass of beer................... the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a black woodstove............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... the colors of the pillows....................... making love...................... a cutting board.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. our marguaritas..............................

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