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this is my daily view at dusk just now, at Riverstone Cottage in the Santa Cruz mountains. the silence is breathtaking yet there is sound. a soft, murmuring sussuration of wind, bough bendings and stealthy scuttlings… so far below the normative decibels of city life as to be a balm to the spirit.
last night there were more meteors, stars shooting short and burning up in our atmosphere. a wish for each one. the last, a nearly heart-stopping plummet to evaporate seemingly only a few hundred yards above the hot tub where i lay soaking. brilliant burst, then, vanishment…
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