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Thoughts in Sweat
Late spring
Blowing breeze
I place my hand up on the tree and ask it's forgiveness.
A saw glints, and dead limbs fall.
Open space, shadowed path.
A time of shaping
Gardener and garden alike.
© ThoughtsFromADad
Blowing breeze
I place my hand up on the tree and ask it's forgiveness.
A saw glints, and dead limbs fall.
Open space, shadowed path.
A time of shaping
Gardener and garden alike.
© ThoughtsFromADad
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