04 March, 2014

This is one of  Eric Sloan's drawings. 

Why am I here.  In the well house where I fell.  In the well house when the grass was wet with dew and the stones were cold.  The echo when I whispered "good morning" down the the dark hole came thundering back as across the field  a small black something, perched like a statue on the rotting fence rail  fell from view into the tall grass.  The shadow of the sun peeled through the mist.

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