Memory Lane
The beaded curtain
rustles as strands brush
like whispering
branches
at the edge
of the long field
and as
incense swirls
through the senses
memories
of autumn hikes
through
tall damp grasses
rise in the mind.
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Twisting the Leaf 
Yeah, man, you really need to take a walk in the woods. Breathe some fresh air. Hang out with the fae and just…connect with the earth for a little while.
It’s something you -need-. So make time for it.
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