What sidewalk chalk poetry will you write today?
Where I Stand: Between Worlds, seen and unseen
What are your community's public places?
look for the little things
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Jumble of colorpreparing for winter chill;still a bit of hope.
One thing I enjoy is doodling daily. And over time, I'm...
Father Winter's fortress of snowflakes
Beauty so subtle:
warming climate brings beetles–
my needles, me, die
I don't understand lichen, do you?
No matter the season, sycamore, we thank you
"Here, the place;
Rest, my shade;
Drink, a wave;
Soothe, your way."
when horses arrived, horses became part of the people
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