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Posted on Mar 15th, 2007
by 
Farland
Farland
My father always thought that today was my birhtday. We read Shakespeare's Julius Caesar when I was in the ninth grade. It opened up a world of wonderully put together words." and we petty men walk under his huge legs and peep about to find ourselves dishonourable graves ..." The day brings it back to me. This morning I stopped along the road and walked into the scrubland to photophraph a pair of Red Tails. I found a knife half buried in the fresh ground. Beware the Ides of March! I've found many knives. I love the land so hard my eyes clutch at it all like star struck lovers. I find tiny mouse femurs and places where mountain lions have buried their scat like house cats, and knives, like corvids who find things that glitter and investigate. Spring is about to burst. I feel like a seed pod splitting.
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I just went around thinking it was the 16th already until I listened to your voicemail. Oh well, glad to be a day ahead instead of a day behind.
I sent you some photos of you in Iceland.
happy early birthday!
I read that your birthday is today, the 16th, on another blog… happy birthday and thank you so much for gifting us with your presence, thoughts and images from your life. They are always blessings.
Metta