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The sweet scent of sun-dried pine needles releases with a crunch of feet
Stepping along the path more forest smells rise
Fern, moss, the compost of fallen trees, new shoots and green berries
Stepping along the path more forest smells rise
Fern, moss, the compost of fallen trees, new shoots and green berries
This symphony of smells is kairos time
I am held here in my childhood summer
in my now moment of reprieve
paused in the mid-June late-day shadows as
the breath of God livens the soil of my skin
I am re-membered by the sacrament of this. . .
This
By the sacrament that this is
June 15, 2015
I am held here in my childhood summer
in my now moment of reprieve
paused in the mid-June late-day shadows as
the breath of God livens the soil of my skin
I am re-membered by the sacrament of this. . .
This
By the sacrament that this is
June 15, 2015
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