screen of memory - shifting matrix


Buoyancy of Place

This place, this place of wonder.
This place, this place of solitude, history and peace.
This place of creativity and force, of simplicity and extraordinaire.
This place where the Belted Galloways Mark calls "Oreoes" and I "Pandas"
solemnly eat tufts of grass and brush 24/7.
This place floats, and I remain buoyant.

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