A week of trekking through torrential rain has my energy depleted, but as I turn my eyes to the sky I see her. The oldest tree in existence. I fall to my knees beneath the terrifying branches that hang over me like the pain of time pressing on my chest. In my delirium I get... Continue Reading →


Curves that dance and sway and sing, That help us dream up anything. But, life is square for human beings, Build by those with sight unseeing.

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