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tiny moment

the oak trees are in bloom: tassels of pale green cascade of the ends of twigs festooned with Spanish moss, yellow pollen covering everything. in a tender moment, between the raindrops, i see a tiny lady bug…. climbing up a … Continue reading

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sticks

in the sacred story of my life, i try to love more than fear – so i can see snakes and ropes – but what of sticks and bugs! even the solid oak has acolytes who mimic her…. as do … Continue reading

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Owl in the Oak

I hear you! So near, you sound like you are laughing! oh YOU are!

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