weightless as
unseen,
and pleased
to be
in my tree,
overlooking sea’s
cold, murky
history
while it rages
back at
me.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
weightless as
unseen,
and pleased
to be
in my tree,
overlooking sea’s
cold, murky
history
while it rages
back at
me.
hands in the garden 
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