January 31, 2001
(I cheated on the rules, a bit today, as this is something I wrote in the Fall of 1989, but I have always like it, so I wanted to publish it here.)
Out in the ageless woods, where there is no marking of time, at least not in years, seasons appear and disappear but not much else changes. lp
1 comment:
lovely! captures the feeling exactly.
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