Last night
a few days after
the last seen flurry,
a scent of,
daring, spring.
Just past the last
hill home where
the shoulder
is a stream now
dopplerized frogs
in a night
of crossing roads
of crossing seasons
no need to tarry
no reason to hurry,
we’re here.
Seeking?
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We will receive not what we idly wish for but what we justly earn. Our rewards will always be in exact proportion to our service.
— Earl NightingaleThe Cat Cam
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