Backroads

I wander to come home to myself; to feel myself,

raw,

whole.

To see the resilience of my roots mirrored in burnt out hollows of ancient redwoods reaching up to seek the light.

To hear the echoes of generations of joy and tears touch the shore as the tide comes in.

To feel the stillness of my soul in the moments of solitude.

To reconnect with the quintessential elements of humanity untethered.

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