A note to Gary Farmer;

The 'Wanderer' , the moon, is rising again. It's harvest time coming on. And the great circle again flies towards the deep and dark night. I look for even a single snow flake this year, for hope.  Peace that comes down from the clouds, dark and grey. To land white and bright all around. No sound. Listen. Silent.


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