Posts tagged May 29 2008
peace place

They are peaceful and not minding me but still ask 'Why are you here? You don’t know us. We are too long dead for even your great-grandparents to know us.' I press my palm through the grasses to the cool mud underneath, through layers of insects and prickles and wildflowers and through that palm I speak back to them 'Because you have answers I want.'

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