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3/28/17


This was once a tree providing oxygen.

Funny enough, it’s still allowing those stuck far in their heads, like myself, some kind of breathing room.

Least I can do is inhale and exhale some ink onto this.

I owe it to the oaks.

Promises made to pines.

Breakthroughs made on birch.

Filled up firs.

Thankful for these trees that keep me at ease.

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