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Sunday, February 2, 2020
I dreamed purple When I woke The world was blue I dreamed red And when I woke All the birds had fled I dreamed of you Instead of waking I dreamed my heart Was aching In my dream Love came to bid me adieu When love left It left with you
For almost three decades I was a shepherd, herding goats and riding horses, as well as growing a large organic garden which helped feed me as well as quite a few others. Now I'm older, still growing the big garden but no longer a shepherd (which I truly miss). With the extra time (no longer shepherding, milking goats, wrangling and riding horses) I write more, although I've been a writer since I was a teenager. My other great 'artistic' loves are photography (digital these days) and playing music on my keyboard, guitar and accordion. Life is good, living in my little cabin on the side of this big lonely mountain where grizzly bears and mountain lions keep company with all the other Earth Spirits.
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