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I’m luckyTo step out into trees.Both doors whichOpen my houseSet courseAn explore throughThick, humid woods. I’m luckyTo provide for an arrayOf living things whichSurround my home.I wonder, do theyThink of me as much asI, them? I’m luckyTo be seen byDonkeys and birds and dogsBut also to not be seenAs I wander deeperInto the forest (although,I …

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Polka-Dots

I know of a shore that harbors magic: an old, forgotten magic that lies dormant beneath the rocks and pebbles of all shades and sizes. They sit atop the sand at least two feet deep and two miles long. In my memory, I return there often. The Atlantic whips the coast with salty daggers and …

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