Tree Talk
Crocosmia and fuschias
Braille Lisa Hannigan
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A breath of air
https://youtu.be/xMDwqeFQuKg Ólafur Arnalds, Bonobo – Loom Little breath of air joins me. She was grasping onto the tree branches and brush. Waiting with others. Their spoken words seemed as silent as a Navaho landscape. Little breath was there, too. Where she woke up and sang. The silent song gave strength to her. Wings fly. To me now. Little breath sings. Her song.
2022
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Tree Talk
softened curls of twine. made from the forest bed. she went fishing for flowers. to find them and send. the browns and the goldens. the muted shades lent. the mist between motion. of traveling scent. of flowers she gave thee and dreams that she drew. amongst forest places and love that is true. — S. Kamber https://youtu.be/0PNEKeh59Rw Often when I imagine you, your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark; I am forest.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
2022
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