in the damp wood smell a memory: somewhere before my own birth
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how gray the echoes
how gray the echoes waiting slyly for loud unwary voices
To share is human:
the reaching
shadows, the reaching tendrils of fire turned inward and aimed earthward
To share is human:
always you?
”it was always you,” the autumn said; i wish i could believe her
To share is human:
slow pulling river
slow pulling river draws down the night and kisses the loving moon
To share is human:
long scary trees
long scary trees tell dark tales of when they last saw your kind before...
To share is human:
fall decorations
fall decorations that signify even this bad time will pass —
To share is human:
the first light
the first light we find isn’t always the straightest way to get home
To share is human:
learning by eating
we learn by eating what love is and where safety truly resides
