Oregonian by birth, Celtic Quaker by the grace of God
Monday, May 22, 2023
THE WIND
It's spring east of the mountains and the wind is blowing. Blew through the tree outside last night, Sounded like the ocean. Someplace I'm not like to see again. At least in this life. I can do the short things here/ No one really knows I'm here.
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