It’s as much about this. The moments spent leaning against the bole of a pine, 12 feet above the ground, on a plank platform. The tree creaking a lullaby. The hours curled on the clover sweet grass. The day so still. What green means seeping slowly into the skin to define grass.


~ by Anne Doe Overstreet on February 4, 2016.

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