Hello Yellow Brick Road

I walk the path through the little forest all the time. The dogs criss-cross, proudly treeing squirrels. Cows graze just over the ridge. I am so close to this place I can change it with my mind, round bends to walnuts and elms lit up with blues from my eyes. Some days, when the wind is right, my ego in shadow, I walk the path and feel myself turn inside out, as if I’m coming home.

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