Out Side
“We see you,” whisper the blades of Grass.
The Trees nod hello. “You are here,” Leaves tell me.
The Rabbit watches me with interest when I stop to admire its wild cuteness. If I take one step closer she will bolt, but even so I know she still trusts me. “Yes,” she says to my thoughts.
Wren sits on the fence and bobs three times before taking flight.
The wind surrounds me, and for a moment holds me close as if to assure me everything will be all right. The wind is truth. Things will be okay. Eventually.
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