I open this page and think of a couple words to start with, then I type without stopping till I have a paragraph.Then I press publish. No pausing. No editing. (I fix up the spelling and the odd bit of punctuation to make it more in line with what my brain was thinking and my fingers were trying to type, but I don't add or remove any words) ........... Find LITTLE VISIONS VOL 1 in audiobook and zine format at https://bridesofchrist.bandcamp.com/album/little-visions-vol-1-audiobook
Friday, August 4, 2017
I STOOD BENEATH A WEEPING WILLOW TREE
I stood beneath a weeping willow tree, it's tears came in great globs all over my face as I stared up, trying to figure out what I could do or say to comfort it. It wailed in great breathy heaving sighs, seemingly inconsolable. I patted it's trunk gently, asked if it would like some tea, tried to fix my gaze in a visage of kindness and understanding. Slowly it's cries subsided and it put a branch gingerly around my shoulder, inviting me in. I hugged the willow tree as tight as I could and tried to get as much empathy transfer in the embrace as I could.
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