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June 6 '67 A crow lit on the birdfeeders in the front yard, dwarfing trough & seeds and everything else. It was so black everything looked pale in the twilight. In a zone of thundery weather The evening star has appeared over Manana for a week of [[strikethrough]] seven [[/strikethrough]] nights. On clear nights it sends a sharp silver reflection into the channel. Violets, some blue, some pale lavender are [[strikethrough]] j [[/strikethrough]] blooming on the path I take to the sea to [[strikethrough]] empty [[/strikethrough]] dispose of the garbage. Gathering fiddleheads in Cathedral Woods! There were so many of them! June 7 The weather is of a fulness. Seas are swollen, the air is charged with a driving whiteness, as the wind from the southwest overwhelms the grasses. Burnt Head: one of the great places I have known. The Atlantic mystery begins here.