I’ve come back to a cubicle hole, but feel like I can shapeshift in to a plant rat if need be. I still sit near a dreaming tree and watch the ants marching by. My mind is dry but cluttered, trying to be calm, and focused. It still yearns for it’s old friends, “words.” Some of those friends are here. So many things have changed over the years. “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr
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Much of what is here is old. Should I bring it back and let it live again and leave it at that or open things up to another world?
Nate
Quiet Man's Words 
great work wish I was this talented
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Very Nice….Mom