April

When two are gathered

Those now distant, youthful, washed away days were carefree when my breathing synchronized with other heartbeats running and playing whatever game arose spontaneously – tag or red rover – sweating and exerting, then collapsing within dusk’s reach to ponder some told tall tale. Innocent laughter ignored any considered future as a faint maybe sometime or

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The Tree

When the little boy went out to play, after his chores were done, he would go into the field and visit the tree. He loved to lie beneath its branches and rest in its shade. The tree, tall and strong, had been there all his life, even before his life. The boy had come to

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