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written by: Dan Leicht
In a field, somewhere new, she sits and stares out into the horizon. Pungent earth wielding rotten lime
hued blades whisk forward with each breeze.
Inside is a longing to explore, a deep yearning,
and yet she remains. Her palms pressed into the soft ground
beneath her, stretched behind her back.
She’s sitting beside a dog, golden lab, with a peculiar grey spot behind one ear.
The golden friend is silent,
nose pointed downwards, as he rips at a brand new bone,
purchased in the morning after coffee.
There’s just so much world out there, so much to see – she think to herself.
Where do you start?