When trees pour like water

I walked up a street lined with gingko. I noticed their undulating trunks. The sidewalk rippled where the trunks pushed outward. This stump was a gap in the canopy. 

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S(o)LOW

detour – and also – not detour

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A world of “What Ifs . . .”

The trick is now, balancing innocence with the responsibilities of being an adult. It’s a learning process for sure – and it’s a journey I’m not only willing to take, but one that I can and I must . . .

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