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A transparent veil shimmers across the landscape leaving its wet footprint. Stealth rain. No hello. No goodbye. Soft like a baby. The merest touch. A sigh from heaven.

Wind and trees dance, their sound a caress. Porn for the human ear. Laptop warms my thighs, cat mews to come in, dog snores on couch, birds cracking seeds spinning wheels megalomaniac parakeets. Sun slides down, tree tips yoga bend, almost touch. Maybe next time. Red wine burns my throat. Does that mean it's bad? Japanese/English news on PBS. Last light fades. I watch the trees. Listen.

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xxEmaeraldxx
20:13 Mar 20 2011

I can almost hear the wind whistle gently through the tree tips..

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