diminished raze just before kildare meets lens avenue, there's a kentucky coffee tree. last month the city hacked away at it until there was almost nothing left. not for any good reason. just to give themselves something to do. all it is now is a trunk with stumps. yesterday, four hours after sunrise, a black squirrel was resting where a long arm used to be. three oval holes made by arboreal birds scarred the smooth bark beneath its body. it stood on the shoulders of its mutilated home, stone-still and defiant, its dark fur the only thing the wind could take hold of. in time, the wounds will scab over, and new branches will grow from buds close to where the cuts were made. all bodies are self-healing organisms, and whatever damage or diminution might dent nature's artistry, nothing with the strength to stand will fall without a fight. 220306 ... Bizzar beautiful, raze. 220307 ... raze that means a lot coming from you. everything you're writing is so deeply felt and beautifully expressed. 220307 ... Bizzar I think it is so interesting the way we view our own words. I read back my history and I see simple banter and nonsensical ramblings, but some of you all read them and find them insightful and artistic. the way that I view all of your words. Your words are powerful, raze. You and so many others. The way you write, the things you describe, they paint beautiful and vivid images in my head. There is so much beauty here. 220308 what's it to you? who go blather from