I go out walking each day with my dog. Most often this is where I find myself, writing words.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

evening


November 19, 2011- Small Stones 
evening  by  Teri H Hoover

Outside
evening stands on bare branches.

Inside
darkness leans into dim shapes.

I am anchored to my dog.





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