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Alley Scheffki
among flexible glass
Being in tune with our land every spec of dirt leaves open skies Desolation still seeking life has made its way among green hills Seeping into
california pines
All I wanted to do was capture the trees in how they grew, how they must feel if they could feel, and the way
life tomorrow
I’ve been harping on myself quite a bit. Fact is, today is not your life tomorrow. You can say you have work
to be normal
It’s trying to be normal. And this is a trying time. A trying time with little support as I feel my own shell breaking.