battered raze sometime before i dragged myself out of bed yesterday, a maple_leaf with all the gold gone from its body stabbed its stem into the dirt and made its last stand in my back yard. so brittle and brave it took my breath away. today the feral wind was blowing hard enough to break the thinner limbs of trees and steal the unvarnished thoughts of all my enemies. still the thing is on its feet. dirty face and all. battered but unbroken. 230325 what's it to you? who go blather from