Habitat: the orange sun, the yellow moon, the smokey hazy orange-yellow sky; the farm sanctuary; the many trees from all over the world; the grasses
Taste: arugula; pumpkin ale
Sound: Sam's voice
Sight: EMTs, crisp black uniforms; the dried brown grass; the brown fallen leaves
Touch: soft, spongy, the dog's fat sides and ruff
Smell: bandages
Extra: connection and wholeness; calmness from bliss and calmness from shock; panic-Lily lost hidden in the backyard and only appears for her emergency recall "brrp" from somewhere unknown, perhaps beneath the stack of dead branches where some other animal has also crawled
Grateful for: a beautifully written book
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