Tree giving me a place to both think and thank.

Some thoughts lie under a dolmen; they want to stay hidden—especially from excavators.

Other cogitations are septemfluous; they source divergencies.

Guilt battles mindfulness for control. Sins consider penology. Virtues seek diamonds in coal.

Cozy in company green rather than cozened by the mean, this wonderer blue seeks to turn heart from black to rose—twixt head and toes—by way of empathetic knows. ; )

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