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I'm totally in love
with the land here. Honza
came to visit from Prague last night but we didn't overdo it and woke up
feeling more or less fine. Went next door to Jarda's where his other next-door
neighbor's sheep seemed like it
wanted to make
friends with Uhlik the cat. It looked curious, lonely, and sad. We toured
the greenhouses
then made ourselves scarce as he and his wife have been working overtime
getting flowers ready for
Souls Day when Czechs visit the graves of their departed. We walked
the dirt road
out around back
and watched fighter jets take off from the nearby airbase, wondering what
it'd be like to be part of
that subculture. We guessed those folks might not be into what we were
doing--sharing a smoke,
climbing giant
haypiles, and looking at the turned-up dirt of the fields as if we were
waiting for
it to tell us something. We could have sat there all day if the sun hadn't
slipped behind some
clouds. Then you could tell we were on the edge of something, the breeze
a knife the first
slice of winter. We danced over
mud past the dairy
where plastic-wrapped
hay is bundled
in
capsules like
convenience store food for the bovine prisoners. The
flag of this
country is blue, white, and gold for the sky, clouds, and growth that
feed the
body and soul. I hate to go. In the afternoon I went and signed away the
house I've had here since 2004. It just wasn't tenable but I'm keeping a
piece of the land and hope that'll be enough to maintain the conn-
ection to a place that's now in my blood and maybe always was.
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