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The sunlight bled in loose-leaf prison bars, Calypso’s laughter as he choked in fear, Pigs Circe funded promised he’ll go far, Yet dreams crunch underfoot after a year. He bore tsunamis, fatal errors, all; His Ikarus friends lost their grips on boughs, ‘Till Nobody knew who he was. A call To Ithaca helped him corral his sows, Pens stark on white, a bud to bloom--Alas! Colossal wrecks of piggies, bare of gold! Penelope watched dust fall from his grasp; This fruitless, lost Pygmalion was told: “With deep regret, we don’t have space for you, Too many talented have filled our queue.”

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Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts.

October 2024.

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Is there anything more beautiful than the "dead" languages, old books, etc. describing nature?

We've always been here, lying in the shade of a tree and looking up and squinting in awe at the light blurring between the branches. We've always been finding pretty flowers to fiddle with before presenting to a loved one. We've always been telling stories about animals, across all cultures, from ancient Greece to the Native Americans to the Vikings and the whole rest of the world.

Technology may be outdated but a wolf will always be a wolf. A tree will always be a tree. A human will always be a human. The stories we tell and read didn't fall out of a coconut tree. These sentences were written while the grass grew and water ran.

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"You need social media", he said. "Make an Instagram and post pictures of your chickens or something," he said. "Digital footprints are good for your future," he said.

Welp, here's my 'social media'! hope the pain of logging onto tumblr dot com keeps everyone i know in real life from spying on me