November 8, 2007

• The beginning of winter...

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        Stand up by toe in the morning mist..
        little breath show white mystify..
        I know hurry up for ready winter food..
        but I run around trunk of tree or on falling leaves..
        
        because sun is still warm at noon..
        and my foots play for curious on the soil...
        and smel fragrance of flower ,too..
        so..but make myself finish for store of food..
  

  
  

   

  
  
  

  • 8:30 am
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