We occupy a plot of about two meters long and five feet wide. On the white blanket we have two pillows, our food and books. Two sentries ceibos officiate and offer a threshold of red flowers. The ants come and go very near our plot, frantic and busy that gait that characterizes them. Take and bring cargoes own Titans. Conclusion childish wonder weight an ant can carry on their shoulders. I observe with admiration.
For those of the flower of Coleridge, I wonder if our land is not perhaps along with a white blanket, from which someone is watching us. And if so, how it will do so with admiration?
Sundays in the woods with some sadness or joy lucid opaque. The comfort of ceibos today was our refuge provisional. We spent the evening in silence. Just drop your hand to turn the page.
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