Drawn by the eyes

[tattered_dreams]

Sad and alone, I walked to the woods to cleanse my thoughts of woes of the week. The cusp of evening poured light into the trees where it was cut into shapes I tried to identify. I recall breaking backs of near-trees with every step and thinking about all the stirring creatures I frightened to take shelter in their homes. I thought about the

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[iheartritalin]

This entry reminds me of a creative nonfiction piece by Anne Dillard called "Living Like Weasels"

It's a short read, but you might like it.