Practice Typing

He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pocket, his hat tilted down on his eyes. That is Kevin Egans movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Et vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona. Alo. Bonjour. Welcome as the flowers in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pans hour, the faunal noon.