field of corn, the wind
across the tops of heads, some
taller, some not so
I still try to be other than what I am, and thereby fall short of what I am, and what I could be, to others; somewhat
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being & identity wormhole: con / sum / mate
family wormhole: this aching // and spacious dichotomy
field wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in
haiku[esque] wormhole: I
others wormhole: beepbeep
walking wormhole: love and precision
wind wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow
mlewisredford 
A universal truth methinks, at least for those with some inkling of self-awareness. An effective image painted in sparse colours; enjoyable.
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thank you
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