Thursday, May 28, 2020

Burning Across the Mountain

Last year I walked across the mountain of dried lava; I wore a green lace dress.


This year I walked across the same mountain while wearing the same dress.


I felt free and alive and happy.


My heart was stretched across the land.


I came home and thought of you and was sad.


I will never forget you. I burn with life.


(Boyce Thompson Arboretum State Park)

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