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Last poetry for the night & a little crowdfunding plea. Time is running out. What, you didn’t think I would? (note: I didn’t take this image. This was open for reuse online)

Trees creak around me

Caressed by the breeze

I cannot feel here on the ground.

The giants of the land.

They soar high above in a canopy

Hundreds of years old.



They tell stories of a time long forgotten.

Close your eyes


Let them speak.




Creative Geek Of All Trades. Do you really need me to explain that one?