19 April 2011. Scattering the bread yesterday, almost evening--back yard under the birch tree. Millet rolls, broken into smaller pieces, a few remaining bagels with small black seeds. Poppy, I think. Blue bells under the lilac, in late light. Graceful patch of blue flowering grasses...
A peaceful evening--respite, time coming to a stop...
As all time must. And then moving on...
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