Remembering my nights in the Yurt as I
explored Coo's Bay Oregon. During the healing time after the
accident and before marriage – a time before Noni. I remembering
it was a long dark walk from my bed to the nearest outhouse and that
the cool night air filled my lungs as I ventured out in the middle of
the night. Always a fear in the back of my mind – wondering what
is just beyond the flash light beam - Afraid I might get lost returning
to my Yurt, to my Bed.
Cozy - comfortable - contentment - everything just right.
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