a regular straight pin
out behind this travel trailer over to where we turn on the water hose for Goat Bowls, the ground has become green. Standing, looking down, it's just green, or, with my eyes. Alyssia's eyes might see more. I will ask her. But to mine, just a wash of green over the ground that was just dirt. I squatted to day, for some reason, and was amazed. Not a moss of some kind, but an entire forest of small plants…two kinds living in the same space equally. And these are not seedlings, destined to grow larger, but fully mature plants. One very fernlike. it's astounding. There they Are. Taking their place according to ritual of season. How Beauty Full is this, and for This, i vow to remain Steadfast.
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