“do you smoke pot?” “no. well, maybe twice in my life. didn’t do anything for me.” “how do you unwind… when you’re anxious or stressed or…?” “i don’t know. i walk, sit by the ocean, write, sit in a café looking out the window, listen to my music… i make something, play my guitar. have…
how light bends water bends light.
gone, maybe, but the story continues. what may seem dead, provides a home for critters and bugs, a dance partner for the wind, a daily place for shadows to hide from the sun and moonlight, and it gives me a moment to pause and reflect in a peaceful snowy field of a place. not so…
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