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Treetops freckled the surrounding mountains
from the months of March through October.
The summer brought an art gallery of plants.
This part of Oregon is beautiful year-round.
I want to go to a place where the ocean roars.
I want to go to a place where you can hear the wind rushing past your ears.
I want to go to a place where seagulls soar so low their wings nearly touch the shadows on the sand .
The road to Veneta is
straight and narrow.
Fern Ridge on the right,
flooded fields on the left.
Trees always all around.
Muddy water
(from rainfall and the carved out lake)
Weed
Thunderstorms
Precipitation
A sweater
Welcome to the pacific northwest.
Deterioration of the mind,
It's but a state of strained helplessness,
As I urge you to do what builds you up,
But tears me down.
You tell me that I should learn to be selfish,
To take what I want,
I strived for perfection
Finally perfect my look in the reflection
Just like that the mirror cracked
Broken once more
Pieces to be picked up
And reassembled
So tired of trying to reconstruct
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
Body Language
With the strut of the Wind,
The boundless flow of time.
Our minds tend to flutter,
With an undying chime.
Speaking through tocs and tics
Vision scattered,
