What’s in There?

Just leaves, in a hollowed out parking post.

Seen at Hamlet this morning while stretching my legs. First journaling class in the “To Walk as Elephants” series.

By humans I am revered and shackled.
By my brethren I am cuddled and attacked.
No matter.
I remember the desert oasis.

Another warm day in the upper 40s with sunshine.

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