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Forest Bathing
Back against bark
Legs touching roots
Sat in near dark
Searching out truths
Outstretching arms
Reaching for branches
Ebb and flow hours
Turn into trances
Leaves fall in my hair
Like chances long missed
Splinters of wood
Scratch at my wrists
Bird song so sweet
Echoes my ears
Wisdom of tree
Far greater than fear
Saturday 25th July 2020 1:47 pm
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