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That night she dreamt of horses in a field on a high plain where the spring rains had brought up the grass and the wildflowers out of the ground and the flowers ran all blue and yellow far as the eye could see and in the dream she was among the horses running and in the dream she herself could run with the horses and they coursed the young mares and fillies over the plain where their rich bay and their rich chestnut colors shone in the sun and the young colts ran with their dams and trampled down the flowers in a haze of pollen that hung in the sun like powdered gold and they ran she and the horses out along the high mesas where the ground resounded under their running hooves and they flowed and changed and ran and their manes and tails blew like spume and there was nothing else at all in that high world and they moved all of them in a resonance that was like a music among them and they were none of them afraid neither girl nor horse nor colt nor mare and they ran in that resonance which is the world itself and which cannot be spoken but only praised
Eva Evans
July 19, 1994 - April 20, 2024
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The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning
as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.
He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,
how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.
Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,
except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,
you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.
Jul 1, 2024
that came over that hill that spent the morning casting shadows into a grain filled valley. they were sprouted with arrows, the riders, red liquid ladling from the gapped curves in their platemail. as the horses wheeled aimless towards the low, stone chapel, the chaplain called the boy by the river to fetch its half-frozen water, the river's. Three were dead as they rode with nothing to say to explain the solemn state they entered town in. We were there when the fourth was laid down in the dirt where the cats usually groom in grass usually there. this fourth one had an unfitting wonder in his eyes as he faced down a death certainly coming for him now. like a father gazing gently at his wife. we said what happened and he said, they built a city on the mountain and when i looked up they looked down and they had lights inside their eyes. they looked like children i once knew. i am the loneliest man to exist. and he died with a smile on his face in the long light of a cloudless December day.
Feb 3, 2025
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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
-Sara Teasdale
Feb 1, 2024
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bacteria/microbes had not yet evolved to decompose trees (bark fiber lignin)
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a very iconic scene
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they just like arthritically stand there and wag their tails and stare at you adoringly thru beautiful cloudy blue eyes???
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