Spent my morning digin red and blue potatoes conversing about the writings of Wendal Berry with Bees and beans. Talked with seversl hawks as I Inoculated mushroom logs through the day. At sunset, Inspired by Pablo Neruda I wrote poetry at the prairie and watched the daylight shift to darkness. Had a conversation at a cafe with a friend and now I am headed to the Jam to hear Tristan Harvey and his band close the hip hop festival with there upbeat contemporary tunes. When to sleep I guess at my grave.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 04:56:15 +0000
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