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RE: 100 Days of Poetry Challenge Day #66
Me too. As a teenager I used to ride my bike to a secret spot by a natural spring and just unwind. Helped through a lot of shit.
Since my husband’s death I’ve been afraid to be alone but I think A few private walks through the woods might be in order.
Thank you for this beautiful poem and gentle reminder.
I'm glad you related to the poem. There's sth freeing about being away from the fluorescence of artificial lighting and noise of human creation and being alone with nature. I'm sorry about your husband. Your walks will most definitely be helpful.