Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Thursday, July 04, 2013
leaves
The oak believes. So many leaves. They're so much the same and so different. They came, and they went. They came. again unnamed. They'll go. It knows. they were the oak. They'll always be the oak. and yet, they never were any. more than leaves.
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