Several long branches protruded from a bush whose branches were otherwise short.
I captured a moth in a dixie cup and released it to the outside world.
I stopped to watch the sun melt a thick fog that lay on a field of wild flowers
I escaped a large elaborate web suspended high in mid-air by an absent spider.
while holding awareness in my hands, a siren sounded in the distance. over time, the sound receded.
from time to time, trees pitch pine cones in my direction. having no eyes, they often miss.
early in the morning air I see my breath before me.
while walking the dog, I happened upon a deer carcass and I was reminded of my own mortality.
old glory?
14 years ago
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