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Good neighbors are simply the ones who help each other out. Love how you highlighted that with the water meandering across the floor of the woods.
Your attention to details and how you render their emotions with words is just insane. You have a beautiful relationship with words and it’s obvious.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

Thank you! Yes, the road that speaks to me is often the long way home