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Dear Plank

How can I say thanks? You gave my ancestors life. You made the air we need to breathe. To live. To wield the tool that took your life. I don’t know who chopped you down. Who turned you from life…

Market Places

I see booths with produce, berries, bread, and treats. Someone’s making food to eat. People from the area show off jewelry, socks, jars, and walking sticks. Notes from a guitar fill the air. The…

Is This Zen?

I’ve been doing a lot of sitting, and staring at the wall. I can hear the birds that live in my neighborhood, when the fridge┬áisn’t drowning them out. The sound of creaky floorboards, and…