Hind Forest
One side of a small fork
On an elongated stone chair
The day goes by
petals
broken branches
defoliation
Snowflakes
Contending with the wind and the clouds
sometimes
Families with sore hind leg
Sit around it
spend one afternoon
Everyone's
stone chair remains and is carved
It's just years.
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