Last night the full moon. I did not have to use a flash light to walk home through the brush. Tired clouds crowded in front of the moon's glow, and I was able to watch the moon light fade from the pale lit fields. A ghostly mist sat over the grasses and low Autumn Olive trees. Crickets and distant trucks were the only sounds out there. With less fear than before, I wondered what else lived in the meadow. In the mornings I have seen the tracks of skunks, deer, coyotes, and the woodcock, but I rarely encounter anything on my way to my tent. When I reached my cloth home I did not turn on the lantern either. Fresh from my moon bath I crawled into bed with clean feet and fell asleep.
rachel: no autobiography exists. If you're ever in the area I'd be happy to meet you.
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