having fallen asleep on the couch instead of in bed, I woke to an old cat wheezing asleep on my legs...and the old dog, softly snoring on the floor beside the couch, my hand on her shoulder. the house was still..the sun was warm but the house remained cool. The only noises beyond the animals breathing were the birds outside...clamoring their day time songs to each other.
I lay there, not stirring, so as to not disturb this harmony and sense of tranquility...
of all the places I have lived, here is where I Am.
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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