Journal In Transition 7 November 2016 As the air grew crisper, the leaves and I let go. Falling softly. In a way, still falling. Not sure yet where to land. Just stretching our arms towards the earth, trusting that somehow, it will catch us. Related No Comments Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment. Previous Post Creating a Different World: An Interview with Medicine Story Next Post I Want You to See What I See: An Interview with Al Brookes
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