By Gibson Fay-LeBlanc
He slept in the tinder box
his master made, and oak
grain governed the dreaming—
his left eye clouded over,
he closed the other and saw
mild applause in his future.
His bed sat at a crevice
edge, pure pitch below,
and a cold wind slowed
the senses, rising from who
knows where. Later his mind
became its pin, eschewed
dowels and string and leapt
into the dark. The fall
was pleasurable, apt:
there were no voices
in the breeze, no speeches
to open his mouth.
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We had a heat advisory and a thunderstorm warning for most of Wednesday, though I only saw really hard rain for a few minutes...which unfortunately were the few minutes I was driving on the highway home from Tara Thai with Kay! We had a nice lunch though, then I stopped at Kohl's to replace my walking sandals which I got there for around $25 and walked the heck out of for two summers; they had similar ones for a similar price, and I also got some clothes on insane sale with an extra 20% off coupon.
In the evening we were going to watch Transcendence now that it's available for purchase online, but Adam's ex-girlfriend came over to hang out with him, so we put off the movie and watched a couple of episodes of The Musketeers (which is so humorless even as it seems to be parodying things -- I want some fun!) and Teen Wolf (which seems like self-parody half the time, though that actually works pretty well). Here are some of Maymont's raptors from their regional wildlife park, all unreleasable due to injuries:
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