Sunny. Raspberry season; red stains on my shirts. Two killdeer scooting across a lawn in Clarendon. Smell of starter fluid for a barbeque. Neighbor splitting wood.
There's a stream, and there's bamboo,
there's mulberry and hemp.
Mist-hid, clouded hamlet,
a mild, tranquil place.
Just a few tilled acres.
Just a few tiled roofs.
How many lives would I
have to live, to get
that simple.
Yuan Wei
Zen Page a Day Calendar
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