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A June Afternoon, Staring at the Sky
Birds I do not know the name of. Small collections of cotton from the aptly named cotton wood tree. A robin flying from the neighbors roof to a tree in the yard. Deep blue azure background to the expanding and contracting white clouds. A Delta airplane, and then another I did not recognize. Swaying tree…
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Solitude
A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the search for everything I found what I was looking for. I do not fully understand the magic slipping through exposed fingers and I question why it took so long to get here, why so many roadblocks of…