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06-19-2007, 08:41 AM
You know, the best bit of having wound up with a dog, apart from the dog of course, is the walking. There are whole worlds out there I hadn't known about until I started walking them.
Tonight we walked under a sky hung with a million billion trillion stars, and a perfect crescent moon, and watched the constellations of fireflies blinking greenly and magically in the trees and hedgerows like a tiny magical cityscape. Other fireflies would fly up, and arch across the sky and come down like falling stars.
I sang Stephin Merritt's song "100, 000 fireflies (http://www.theyellowstereo.com/Timbur/June/The%20Magnetic%20Fields%20-%20100000%20Fireflies.mp3)" as we walked, or all of it that I could remember. Dogs don't mind if you forget bits, and the fireflies were too busy flashing and floating and glowing and dreaming to care.
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Tonight we walked under a sky hung with a million billion trillion stars, and a perfect crescent moon, and watched the constellations of fireflies blinking greenly and magically in the trees and hedgerows like a tiny magical cityscape. Other fireflies would fly up, and arch across the sky and come down like falling stars.
I sang Stephin Merritt's song "100, 000 fireflies (http://www.theyellowstereo.com/Timbur/June/The%20Magnetic%20Fields%20-%20100000%20Fireflies.mp3)" as we walked, or all of it that I could remember. Dogs don't mind if you forget bits, and the fireflies were too busy flashing and floating and glowing and dreaming to care.
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