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Old friend tree

5.17.2020 [Old friend tree] Old friend tree laid down today in the middle of the night, in the middle of rain and dark and a quiet slip over when too much weight and soft soil combined to say it is … Continue reading

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over time

3.29.2020        [over time] skin, eyes, hearing, bursa, back, hips, disk and spine, gums and hands, fingers, thumb, trigger fingers, toes that numb. fuzzy throat, coughs that wheeze, tickle that requires unease. stomach sensate, heartburn thrall, prostate danger, urine small. … Continue reading

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old shoe – June 19

============ 6.19.2018 the old shoe tells its tale worn, inside and out, fabric solid and comfortable a friend in need that has molded to its wearer.   replacements compare, but none quite so kind. ==========

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this year’s crop – May 23

5.23.2018 kholrabi, romaine, romas and peppers, zucchini and cucumbers all for to share.   for wonder and pleasure, of course for some eating, as much for the joy of abundance that’s there   some things feel joyous just so for … Continue reading

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adorable – July 26

7.26.2017 [adorable] she swings her leg upward like a pendulum of love standing with one leg propped on the counter all unawares of how adorable she looks. such a good deal that I get to call her mine. ————-

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a room that hints – July 3

7.3.(6.25)2017 Jesus you are a mystery to me, entering and exiting through magic walls while I watch from a room that hints without revealing.   Stop and talk with me Jesus, that I might see your face directly and unafraid. … Continue reading

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a sky so bright – March 14

3.14.2017 a sky so bright that my eyes hurt glinting off the new snow   trees hang at odd angles, blown sidedown from the drifts.   we turn and grin at the fun of simply breathing. ======================

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