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Leaves, leave: branches stay - these trees are rooted, ready; anchored hopes remain

The remainders of the calculation refuse to add up

Numbers so absurd - like ostrich feathers clinging to a hummingbird - I just had to laugh:

The After-math

for #mastoprompt

And the papers in the bonfire fed the flames, building the ash of empty promise ever higher

for #mastoprompt

Soft light shadows

fingers on a midnight piano

a voice crooning in a lower register

the ballad always pulls me in

for #mastoprompt

Notice the way the footsteps of others wend a way towards the bend

and how you still diverge, taking the route that seems to have no end?

for #mastoprompt

Each morning, treat yourself to the beat of a new day:

let your mind play

Each evening, rhythm your way into a setting sun:

change has begun

for #mastoprompt

It may be yet that a renaissance is coming

a time when art and remix and creativity

define this generation for years to come

it may have even begun

for #mastoprompt

The long night dreams of the day

A few hours away from the rising sun

the moon lingers long after the day's begun

for #mastoprompt

Find yourself the shade of a Maple or Pine or Oak – she spoke so quiet I had to lean in to hear - then, she said, disappear into the moment, a treat of relief from the fast-paced world

for #mastoprompt

Dog bones and odd stones - this tined rake finds un-leafed worlds and near-hidden homes

for Algot