Friday, August 28, 2015

Good Bread

End of day. Walking beneath a rising moon, mosquitoes buzz my ears and bite my thumb, fluttering bats patrol the air and eat those same mosquitoes, the last few summer Katydids chirp and sing, shadow engulfs forest color, and I chew on the words of Edward Abbey who insisted “wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.”

Who would want to live without good bread?

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