Day: May 7, 2018


“Adrift” Sometimes my branch sticks out more, and it gets lonely. Although, I’m first to touch the sun, I’m also first to feel the wind and rain. People passing by take turns swatting at me. Drops of water settle on my upturned leaves, and…

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