HOME AGAIN
I want to saturate; maybe sit in the
rain on the wooden porch that stretches
out over the valley-view. If I continue
looking, I'm sure to see something.
Have you ever had the rain come down
from the brim of your hat, maybe roll
or drip then across your face? That's
about when to seek shelter; of the
sort this porch can bring. Those
large trees that never fall, yes, the
same ones now that everyone gets
so afraid of, those are the ones they
cut these days. First. It's just an
unwarranted fear. In the real world
nothing like that happens. Nothing
happens at all.
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