Saturday, August 18, 2007



Some days I don't know what to say here.

The wind continues to blow the long thread of worms through the air. People in my neighborhood walk around with brooms held up high to push the worms away.

I'm reading Oracle Bones by Peter Hessler, a wonderful collection of unromantic essays about living in China.

We had a half day sitting this morning, lots of birds feeding on worms, kids riding scooters and us sitting in silence and awareness. Good day.

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