Body my house. My horse, my hound. What will I do. When you are fallen? Where will I sleep? How will I ride? What will I hunt? Where can I go. Without my mount. All eager and quick. How will I know. In thicket ahead. Is danger or treasure. When body my good. Bright dog is dead? How will it be to lie. In the sky. Without roof, or door, or wind for an eye? Without cloud for a shift. How will I hide? -May Swensen (Michelle’s favorite poem) (Taken with instagram)
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