Walkabouts

I have favorite trees, like old friends, I visit them on walkabouts. This live oak is hard to find, tucked way back from the trail, its glorious branches reach far and wide. I'm feeling far and wide, reaching towards east coast friends who have suffered loss, towards the northeast where little a begins a new journey, towards my Vermont family while celebrating a marriage this past weekend and all the people and little mundane things I love about our life

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