upstairs window
like an eye, caught my eye
….OH HELLO
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life is poetry
when you see it so….
if you see it so
(Poetry lies in wait everywhere, even or especially in a tree. That tree with the upstairs window caught my eye. I stepped closer, then saw what it had to say. A tree is more than just a tree when you take the time to look, really look, and see what it has to say. Things look different close up.)
