Back then I lived next to a lagoon,
high in Sierra mountains,
a place with blue waters
capping white in the wind-
I would go out onto this plain with my dad
on his small sailboat, I thought a ship.
Back then I lived in the wilderness,
the Hundred Acre Wood,
where giants breathed around me;
brown arms stretched out ,
fuzzy green hair upon rough skins,
fine
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