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Mar 30

i used to imagine as i lie
on my back in the grass

looking downward from
the foot of a great oak

watching squirrels cling to
the thin twigs and wonder

what they would think if
they lost their grip and
fell into the clouds,

sensing they would
splash-land foreverβ€”

into heaven...

s jones

30 Mar 2021
Seranaea Jones
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Seranaea Jones
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