Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, September 28, 2015

9.28

[Sometimes I forget that posts on here only need to be three sentences long. Let me get back into this even though I won't ever have the readerfriends I had.]

Trees are so fragile. I never imagined that; even in my nightmares trees were solid and unmoving. Still, my nightmares can't outdo this oak profundity currently flattening my Scion.

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