I was trying to connect with the horses at turns. But my Night shade was finding them, not the real me— a defensive version, that spooked and scared the horses— So they told me I must find them as myself.
A telegraph from Elysium
Tag: pets
Writing steadies me, as does the farm
Handsome Red Late night at the farm; window open upstairs and a squeaking distant sound of coyotes through the cricket-song. Tig hears them too. They seek the feral cats that live around here (dinner). The new kitten, Piwaket, was one of same; a runt or cast-off, living on her own and scrappy as hell; my… Continue reading Writing steadies me, as does the farm
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