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...I am a guitar held to the chest of the woods. The knot-knuckled trees strum, I produce sound. …
…Meanwhile we’ll have this reminder, like music from the slowly drawn bow of a violin, that what fades can also be beautiful…
... I observed the root systems the old trees threw up as they went, some as shallow as dried puddles…
…Dimly perceiving one of the grand patterns underlying my life, I write to draw its covers back. It’s satisfying to articulate what I see, even when the pattern is dark or painful…
…On my walk I’m struck by the lovey randomness of the geometric patterns I see. They're complex, myriad, commonplace, and strikingly beautiful - not unlike so many of the patterns in the arcs of our lives…