
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (Loire Valley)
The I In It
Look at the colours, he says. And summer has leathered the landscape, sugar beets pulled from the soil, and we drive through kilometres of wind turbines turning slow and lazy. The colours could fuel a fire. Sing choirs of sparrows in the birch trees.
I believe touching one tree, touches a thousand.
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