An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears. — William Stafford
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An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

— William Stafford
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