May 08, 2008 01:04
[IamnotboundforanypublicplacebutforgroundofmyownwhereIhaveplantedvinesandorchardtreesandintheheatofthedayclimbedupintothehealingshadowofthewoods.Betterthananyargumentistoriseatdawnandpickdew-wetredberriesinacup-treesandbirdsandsunpleasant-thisisnotwhereIoriginallyyethereitisthesunuponandthisbookwithwordsfleetingthroughandIamIam-]
Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience. How.. strange. [B-ismy..twoconflictingresponses,bitingmythumbseemsnaturalbut]
To assume the words of this book represent others, yes. Others in the woods? Can you see mine as well within these pages?
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*flopping over, looking defeated* I am hungry.
(Note: The smaller, bracketed text is his thoughts)