Yes, they see you, and the trees also bend while justice plays tricks on us all; and the closed eyes linger a little longer, smelling the darkness and seeing the nothing while ears play songs the wind knows, and the wind knows
how longer will stretch longest- A note from memory plays backward. Fly away. It said. So it came again.
-M. Taggart
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This is thought provoking and fitting for this time in our history. As always, beautifully penned.
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I appreciate that and I appreciate you taking time to read my work. All the best, Matt.
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Beautiful!
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Hello and thank you!
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