it was a cozy day, filled with load after load of laundry, walking to the river in the brisk winter sun, watching a kestrel float effortlessly above the dry grass, finding a long pheasant tail feather on the road, making homemade split pea soup, listening to gram and emmylou on the stereo, knitting incessantly in a trance, then painting.  i could do this again.

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