A notebook and pen belong in the wilderness carry to listen dive into my senses ears awake focused eyes gifts hard to price hope— higher and higher I feel joy, love...I think keep going longing for peace of mind each step notice the gather of trees offer protection, an anchor quiet question in the storm resilience the symbol they spread troubles will come unplug, lean into your roots vital to not give up write your story, it's xenial to folks on the trail yearning for connection zealous in your efforts.
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Julie
I've just read the poem again, and I really like it. It's very gentle.
Hi Julie. Rebecca drew my attention to this. Great stuff! I wrote a story in alphabetical order a few weeks ago if you're interested: https://open.substack.com/pub/terryfreedman/p/experiments-in-style-alphabetical?r=18suih&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web