sweet seasons on my mind

I’ve been up in the trees pruning,  p—-r—-u—-n—-i—-n—-g,  prooooooooo – ning and I won’t bore you with how sore I am and tired and I’ve let too much time slip by without even a word to you and we can’t have that because I miss you too hard So let me just stick my head…

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Soul scraffiti

When I was a girl, I loved carving roads and rooms and rhymes into Autumn ground with the crunchy art supplies dropped by generous trees ~a whole season of scraffiti, the sweet-smelling earth my canvas, patterned with mystery like crop signs whispering delicious secrets. I spent hours playing in the nooks and crannies I’d created,…

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