Solstice

June 22, 2011

On the night of the Solstice Bello and I slept under the stars. I rode down to Kenya’s house with the bike trailer loaded with a single futon, a quilt, down comforter and Bello balanced on top.
I arranged our temporary home next to the goat pen and under a pear tree. I think the goats spent the night staring at us. This is what they saw.

There is nothing on this earth like the smell of Bello’s little head.

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