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Mar 2020
Two trees with no leaves sitting on a hill facing the breeze. The harder it blows the closer they go. Deep good earth between their toes no place to go this is home. Met as little acorns some say, washed down the same river now they are together forever. Just two trees standing on the same heart
Derrick
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Derrick  36/M/California
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