I am a Poet. One that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a specially collection of tress at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte NC. In chapter thirty we talk about how the birth of a new season goes un-watched. We experience it. But we don't physically see the every changes. Therefore we tend to let go.
I am a Poet. One that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a specially collection of tress at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte NC. In chapter thirty we talk about how the birth of a new season goes un-watched. We experience it. But we don't physically see the every changes. Therefore we tend to let go.
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