Small animals scurry around the tent. Sweet purple milkweed vibrates bee buzz (as Keith and I sit amongst it). And the spiders and the ants, flies and mosquitoes, inch worms and moths. And the snails softly moving over leaves as in dance--heads slowly swaying. Mornings of fog.
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jenn, here's the comment you requested.
Are we at the same retreat center?
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