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the son called today– sounds like he is working hard sowing his wild oats

into the picture of wet skies over Belgrade has run a rainbow

the musty cellar: reminding me of something I can’t remember

flock of bright stars over frozen trees – sparkling together

scanning the photos, and now I understand why you had to be there

outside the cabin I see last night’s wolf tracks- closer than before

so cold the dog goes out to pee reluctantly