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Hawthorn grove
I lie on the ground within the 4 Hawthorn trees. I expand like a liquid poured. Outward. Familiar embrace. Soaking into the soil. A moment of detail and abstract thought. My mind is a stone skipping over the water, connection on impact with the surface. Realization. I am layer of the Earth. Connected again. Our separation could only be temporary.
jonchinn
Oct 214 min read
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