As we do every morningwe pumped, and then stretchedin a circleon our sleeping padseven though we likelycould haveused the ground, as it was neithergra..
As the pine needles chases the grassesas the sun labours arc-wiseas the snow disappears into the groundas the wind considers no ceaseas the stones rer..
This sit requires hoursjust for me to take in what I seewithout even stopping to consider what I hearA range from my climbed feetinches beneath my pen..