I love the fullness of my trees and even more the potential of every human being.
COOKIE CUTTER LEAVES dark green cookie cutter leaves - so many they shouldn’t matter? do we love one more than the other? if each one gained an inferiority complex cut their wrists from the old oak tree and flew away to who knows why leaving us with broken branches would rain run mascara from our eyes produce raging rivers? would Spring become a painful season? Kim Rodrigues © 2017
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