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Cows, grazing in field on a picture perfect morn; the air cool, then warm

No one had told them what the day today means, or maybe they'd forgotten it in this stew of non-stop fiction from the top, so I told them the story of the last enslaved people being set free, in Texas - June nineteenth, 1865 - and what that act means and why we should stop to remember the past even as these threads unravel at the seams

A fire bin of sap – from jagged maps of blue lines - makes maple syrup

Why am I all alone? A stranger in the sentence, unknown? It's because I am the pause in the thought before the words get lost

for #ds106

Tendrils of fibers map the world beneath our feet; these roots, connect

Mallets made of air, an invisible movement; wind chimes sing and dance

Underneath it all, the source code breathes in symbols - running 'til broken

Even short stories slog down in the summer heat and dehydration

for Algot

Cool water, flowing through these deep forests and fields; a liquid compass

Winter's ice mountains feed late Spring's running waters; the ocean awaits