I am human after all. Living in a one horse town means eventually you really love and depend on that horse. A world removed from the hustle and bustle. In the middle of the desert a lass can be parched for company. You bet you'd start talking to the birds, and certainly know they are including you in the conversation. Charmed constantly by the hum and activity of the world left to its own devices.
Home at last, in the heart of the west I found my home and acceptance.
Somewhat reassuring. That i could be rewilded.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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