into the maples.
We've been here
before. A plate
-- simple as can be --
wishes to welcome
a meal. Paper --
full of emptiness --
woos words.
And the dream
dreams of
flowing
through
that portal
of maples.
I can see the oak trees on the hills now. They are still trying to fathom water's return. There are so many ways to engage with the gifts we are given!
into the maples.
I can see the oak trees on the hills now. They are still trying to fathom water's return. There are so many ways to engage with the gifts we are given!
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