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By Just L Date: 2010 Sep 07 Comment on this Work [[2010.09.07.14.15.7996]] |
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What is a minute, day, or a week between us when our hearts are so entwined together that it is inconceivable that we should ever part? Our roots have grown together underground; so, let them be unacquainted with this beautiful entanglement. It doesn’t matter anyhow… We are tree ring detectives; standing in each other’s shade; “looking up at leaves.” ("Looking Up at Leaves" is a poem by Barbara Howes, 1966) Just L Written September 7, 2010 – a work in progress |