There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
My favorite thing to do!
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ReplyDeleteGreat verse about this itch to do something you only would do when you are young - and you only think about to do it when you are not. My skin still finds its old position: I drink three litres of water a day ;-)
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Ralf
Hi, richard, Lolly, Ralf!
ReplyDeleteOh I wish my skin was as bouncy, Ralf!