Monday, 10 April 2023
I have always felt the living presenceof treesthe forest that calls to me as deeplyas I breathe,as though the woods were marrow of my boneas thoughI myself were tree, a breathing, reachingarc of the larger canopybeside a brook bubbling to foamlike the onedeep in these woods,that callsthat whispers home
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