We Speak for the Trees by Mason Snap, click… well, I guess it’s time to wake up! The sound of cameras have been my alarm clock for like the past 50 years. I am a Quindio wax palm living in... Continue Reading →
by Celia A muddy slope An emerald mountain of lush jungle Slipping and sliding Five humans made of star dust Of pain and beauty and love and sorrow Bubbling water pouring steam over steep rocks Engulfing the world in a... Continue Reading →
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