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Sep 2019
I saw God in the forest
Hazed by morning fog and fire smoke.

She sat on a fallen nurse log,
Layers of life and shelf mushrooms,
Cradling the gray corpse of an owl,
Choked to death on a plastic bag.
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-  24/M/Orlando, FL
(24/M/Orlando, FL)   
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