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I climbed a tree today. Its been years since I've done that. People walking by on the sidewalk below looked at me as if I'd taken my clothes off. The birds flew to a nearby tree and from there watched me suspiciously. A column of ants descending a branch not so much as looked at me as they marched by, their little green flags held aloft like sails in the wind. How good, how secure I felt in the arms of that tree. What I most like about them is the pleasure they take in moving with infinite slowness.
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This blog has no beginning. It is written amidst a before and an after that permeates like a mountain fog. It is a match that I light in this blanket of gray. It does not illuminate the path I should follow but in its light I can see myself, my hands upheld, feet planted firmly on this earth, the reflection in the mirror of a face no longer young, but smiling. I take my seat at the banquet of my life and here, once again, I begin my life.
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