I saw three snow geese.
A large flock of crows.
Maybe two hundred.
Drifting down the river is so passive, waiting for the next thing to show up.
Sometimes,
nothing does.
Day 86 ended: 49*45.486N, 098*42.572W
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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3 comments:
Yay the return of posting. Hated being stuck on the Death of Sand!
I've really missed your blog. I'm looking forward to this return to the river.
that's an aspect of every jazz set, every jam, every sports event, a large amount of academic achievement, and most hanging around: setting the scene so you can wait for the rare
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