It is a shame we can not plant our emotions in the ground
Like a seed, press them away and down
Let the world deal with watering and nurturing our feelings
We are poor caretakers of the self
We’ll return when the flowers bloom
To smell that which is sweet
And that which is scoured
_by Thomas Typewriter
The smallest moments are the largest doorways
To step outside of oneself
It is a tight fit
Requiring effort and sensitivity
But worth the effort
As the scale of the world rotates
Away from timetables and deadlines
Past the horizons, equators, and tropics
_by Thomas Typewriter
thank you North Wind for watching over us as we move through your season. you of the snow covered field who bring us gifts of time for introspection and transition, may you be safe on your travels home.
thank you East Wind for joining us during your your season. you of the sprouting seed who brings us gifts of new beginnings and new effort, may your journey here be safe and joyous.
Thomas Typewriter 
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