point of view

april 11

While lying on my back under the dogwood tree I happened to roll over and look out across the lawn. I remember thinking about being tiny and imagining life where grass was a jungle.  I also remember wistfully looking at the fungi that grow out in shelves from trees, and thinking they would be perfect places for houses.


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