I'm stalking my memory these days
in an attempt to recapture the enchantment of my youth.
Songs of Hans Christen Anderson come to mind
for some unexpected reason.
My parents rented a large house on a farm
which allowed us the privilege
of witnessing the natural world.
Although a farm has a different conversation
with nature than one conducted in the wild.
Back then, we were oblivious to the
impact of our behavior on our homeland.
I marvel at how naive we/I were/was.
kastilwell
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