New Month
In the garden, the weeds I haven't pulled are thinning and retreating on their own. Summer is giving up the ghost.
It's a new month, an autumnal month. And months matter more in this time of few markers.
"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
In the garden, the weeds I haven't pulled are thinning and retreating on their own. Summer is giving up the ghost.
It's a new month, an autumnal month. And months matter more in this time of few markers.
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