November 16, 2008 9:00 am
The sun is shining through the skeletal trees. As it being the end of fall, all of the trees have shed their leaves. Hey, that rhymed! Anyway.... I step outside onto my porch. The porch faces west, toward the trees. I step off my porch to the cold damp earth. I feel the mud squish up between my toes. I stare off into the forest. I hear a bird call, a call of lonesomeness in this bleak forest. I step back inside to my home. A few minutes later a cloud back rolls in, obscuring the trees and taking the forest away from my eyes.
What more could we want from our earth. Save the forest, not the Iraqis.
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