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To own nothing, to simplify, to return to a dream full of love and freedom I looked around me, at the yard I call mine, the trees I call mine, the squirrels I call mine and even the pesky groundhog, who demolished my new azaleas, I call mine. I know this precious landscape, this house, I call mine, are but gifts on loan, as is this body, this very flesh, with all it’s molecules, and highways of nerves, rivers of tears, and lakes of laughter, and even the blood clots, calling

“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this...