Hearing the raucous cawing of crows, I remembered something I had come across......
The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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I love....
- Dew on the bamboo, yellow flowers and orange sunsets, the sound of rain...the whistle of the wind, the rush of flowing water, the smell of woodsmoke, the crackle of a wood fire,the moon in all its phases.......
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