But her fingers can still play
Bach, Mozart, Handel
Each Tuesday morning
A friend comes to play duets
Our flutes harmonize
Sound waves ripple out
to the universe, that we
may repay our debt
~dkm 149/365
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for an hour a day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia, or wherever my travels take me, with the intention of recording the single most interesting perception of the hour. The challenge has taught me to expect the unexpected!
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