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May—
····a crow shakes loose the early morning
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There was ice in the puddle this morning, even as the sun was a haze of steam in the trees. Tonight is cool again. I already think about what I’ll write tomorrow, how small the world is but also how large. I could spend the rest of my life on a single road, never inquire beyond the wind in the trees, and live as though the world were at peace. Maybe someday I’ll build my cabin in the field and live like that.
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187 May 11th 2016 | bottlecap
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“Maybe someday I’ll build my cabin in the field and live like that.”
Without Internet?
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Sure. I think about that. I imagine waking up and just being in the world — of earth and nothing but earth. Prob’ly not for most people, but I remember my life like that as a child. Call it the “haiku” in me. There’s something in me that just wants to enjoy being. :-)
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You could probably get by with it, but I don’t recommend it for the undersocialized.
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