As I walk across this land I can’t help but see the catastrophe embedded deep behind me.

They are a mark discarded and left behind with little to no thought given.

We were meant to tend, mend and bend these lands not break them.

More often than not though we cannot help but precede to take more than we need.

In our wake we leave behind a place that has only ever given and never takes.

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A fly away day dreamer happily grounded by a child on each foot and a wonderful husband who always has my back. So I write my daydreams for now until our children develop wings of their own.

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