Hot Clear Days on the Prairie, no fires from the North. "Canada" says it burns every year and this ear was no exception. Well, there was an exception, it was worse than ever. Towns evacuated. Fighters flown in.
But today it is a Hot Clear Day on the Prairie. Not like when I started this blog, when the only thing that burned me was a desperate sense of aloneness in a world filled with stress, anger, waiting, and demanding. No smiles or thanks just a point of presence in the world. A point of need, and interface. And the Heat was an overwhelming sadness. But now it is truly a clear day, and I look out and see the prairie's heat, the grains the growth push up from the earth.
But today it is a Hot Clear Day on the Prairie. Not like when I started this blog, when the only thing that burned me was a desperate sense of aloneness in a world filled with stress, anger, waiting, and demanding. No smiles or thanks just a point of presence in the world. A point of need, and interface. And the Heat was an overwhelming sadness. But now it is truly a clear day, and I look out and see the prairie's heat, the grains the growth push up from the earth.
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