Stoke 2

"Now I dream of the soft touch of women, the songs of birds, the smell
of soil crumbling between my fingers, and the brilliant green of plants
that I diligently nurture. I am looking for land to buy, and I will
sow it with deer and wild pigs and birds and cottonwoods and sycamores
and build a pond and the ducks will come and fish will rise in the early
evening light and take the insects into their jaws. There will be paths
through this forest and you and I will lose ourselves in the soft curves
and folds of the ground. We will come to the waters edge and lie on the
grass and there will be a small, unobtrusive sign that says --
THIS IS THE REAL WORLD, MUCHACHOS, AND WE ARE ALL IN IT. -- B.Traven"


Charles Browden
Blood Orchid