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SKY MISSISSIPPI

Still here after a night of rain that, were it not for the vast green sponge of the forest, would no doubt have made a reasonable replica of the Mississippi. Sounded like most of the sky Mississippi fell on our roof. Great fun, surrounded by a whole sky of thunder and lightning stretched around right in front. In the cool, cool morning a slab of mist is sliding over the mountain, nightingale calling, frogs singing in their brand-new theater, hawk slipping suddenly out into the air abyss between the house front and the rest of the world, wings outstretched, only an arm's length away... we too, what could we not do, stretched thus in certainty in our lives, at each abyss between us and the world...