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Nov 2021
Pine wafting through the
open layout of our house.
A million needles
waiting to be
swept up or
hidden under the rug.
The curious cat circles the tree
both meant to be wild,
but now domesticated
for the joy of human kind.
Why are we so selfish?
stephanie
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stephanie  22/F/Maryland
(22/F/Maryland)   
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