It's not time for me to go to bed, but I can barely keep my eyes open. If I don't write this now, I probably will fall asleep.
I went for a walk today and saw a fox. He was the picture of contentment. He was sitting in a patch of green grass, in the sun. He watched me go by, completely nonplussed, about fifty yards off. He was peaceful; seeing him made me feel peaceful. It was as if the universe were giving me a gentle, friendly, 'hello'.
Later, I walked along a rushing brook that follows the crease where two steep hills come together, not quite a valley, and not quite a gorge. Pine boughs form a hollow above the water. A trio of birds flew along it.
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Prayer to Vesta this evening, that all may have a happy home, and for those in this world who do not, for those who find themselves refugees, for those who find themselves homeless, may the spirit of home reach them in some form, some measure and some fashion.
Good night!
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