He wasn't there
until he was.
He moved through the woods
from light unto light
shedding dark and
releasing it and
embracing it.
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A Cousin to the Sycamore
When I travel by canoe, by bicycle, by crutch, by foot or by wheelchair I am part of this wide world I am in and of and with the ear...
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