 | | 27/09/2017 00:37
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the squirrel highway and autumn.
I stood in Griffith Woods as a storm was blowing in from the mountains. The living trees shook and the dead ones crackled as squirrels hurried across the broken down log, their own highway of sorts. I thought about the imagery of a tree being knocked from its roots and falling down in front of me. I shuttered at the way a tree stands so tall, then quite suddenly, something like the weather roars and rattles, swallowing whole what once stood so tall and it made me begin to wonder about the very strangeness that is my own life. These woods. This wind. The cutting down of our snapdragon crop. Never knowing if it is too early or too late to pull the...
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