I used to write poetry. In journals, on masking tape. In high school. I enjoyed it. It had nothing to do with my career path or interests. It made me glad to reflect and compound my observations. Maybe I will do that here.
Today, it is raining.
It's peace and quiet has washed over me and I lay by a wood stove with three sleeping dogs.
High up in the tree tops.
June in Pennsylvania.
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