September in California
Fires lit my dreams
Woke to caramel skies
Foresthill, Yosemite, Weed
Smoke surrounds us
Can’t breathe
Healing CPTSD with Poetry and Photography
Fires lit my dreams
Woke to caramel skies
Foresthill, Yosemite, Weed
Smoke surrounds us
Can’t breathe
How sad!
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yeah 😦 hopefully rain will come soon
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You can come of ours. We are drowning over here.
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If only it could all be perfectly balanced 😦
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If we had not muddled with the balance of nature, it would have
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Exactly. I completely agree with you.
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🥲🥲🥲
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I’m counting my Green New England blessings and hoping for good things for everyone who isn’t sharing them.
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The fires are concerning on many levels… Your poem is such a good use of this form! I’m loving your efforts and insights!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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