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RE: DAYDREAMS / A Journal of Fiction #7
I love this theme! Change has always been something I've always been fascinated/obsessed with. And your poem captures the paradox so astutely!
A few select trees have sacrificed their lives
Yet they live on, don't they? Change never changes.
Thanks, mostly I hate change, but if it has to happen, let it come slowly.