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I dream of never being called resilient again in my life. I'm exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness. I want ease. I want to be amongst kin. Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit. Or how many.
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Conversation in the heart of the forestย
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Each needle a relic of summer, its scent lingering faintly, a ghost of warmth in the cold.
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Bradley Spuhler Photography
Sequoia in Kings Canyon National Park
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because the night is dark and full of terrors ( but not in this place )
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Buffalo, East Side, this morning on the Rez
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