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 |  Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
| After half-time at the basketball game: Being goofy, waving at friends. The moisture of the closeness, sitting next to an Oregonian (here 30 years, not dried out yet). A blimp that circles the arena taking pictures. I take one of it. A contest on baby cycles; the women win. Long pony tails and white faces of the cheerleaders. Non-white thighs of the team: American, African. Next to me: the scent of french fries. Going up the aisle: a bucket of popcorn. Montana's Lady Griz in maroon and white. The Portland Vikings in black with a touch of green. The crowd rising in cheers or jeers: yelling, screaming, clapping. The not-so-silent silence in between. Whistle of crowd; whistle of the referee. "That little bald referee" shrieks Linda, sitting next to me. Announcement of the attendance: 6,734. The final score: 70-60. 2009 March 7th. Dahlberg Arena. Missoula, Montana. A poem: "Linda at the Lady Griz game"  119 |
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