Sunday, October 21, 2012

2 a.m.

Strips of pink gold feathered onto the blue

As I wake, what I dreamed were the cries of children turn into the yelps of coyotes moving through the field.
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  1. Funny how your brain imaginatively integrates sounds into dreams. I've had similar experiences with other sounds. And we have coyotes here in Connecticut, too, believe it or not. :)

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