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My skeleton dogwood gracefully clasped  the ensnared, helium-filled intentions.  It was mid-February, post-fourteenth.  (I have always grown older in winter.)  Still, such a fertile gesture was misplaced.  But my natural instinct to ignore  could not fight the innocence inside me—  sub-consciousness that lives to make wishes,  to pluck dandelions; blow them to bits;  the urge… Continue reading Whispers of Everything