19 January 2008. Seemingly unending sunshine. Natasha on threshhold this morning, her pearly dark face, questioning eyes, looking back for a few moments before she scampers across the yard...
Tiny creature moving in the evening. Plump field mouse, but indoors. Studio surprise--the miniature roundness, also poised for a moment, then darting back to safety under the shelves...
Movements towards feedom. La Pasto Verde. A song named for a woman named for a field of green grass...
Brava gaucha en los fortines, sureños
bella flor del jarillal,
mil soldados te quisieron
pero la tierra te quiso más...
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