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Shadows of Succulents

Shadows of succulents surpass my seeing self I lie on my back, admiring the seductive symmetry How does nature manage to secrete similar signs Is there a mystical, magical, movement in her roots? I am at a loss to know; feeling like a voyeur, peeking up into the sun-list sky, secretly wondering. How does mother nature keep everything in sync? She has a spiritual dance that sings soul into her succulents. I am quietly contemplating this, sequestering myself in her shadows. Spying a scene, I could not imagine from any other perspective. I am silent, enjoying the shadows, and the symmetry.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/19/2021 8:15:00 AM

So interesting. I, too, sometimes feel like a voyeur when observing nature. I, too, am particularly enamored of shadows. Thanks, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/19/2021 11:05:00 AM

I do love the s's - this was just something I had to do.