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walking home

i turned onto the narrow path leaves mixed with snow beneath my feet and smiled the earth so near to me here so dear so open and kind though frozen for now the tree standing unstrong but upright holding on to a force from within i breathe and look up the sky is blue aContinue reading “walking home”

Race

“you mean with cars? or dogs? or so?” “No. But let’s play with that thought, too! I meant like black, white, and all the other colors in between.” “Hm, what about it? …don’t really want to talk about that now.” “Ok. Never mind.”