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For Hill Thinking about crown shyness in Muir Woods,just two small town aces–children of factory workers–clipped at the roots, reaching out,not desiring touch but community.Like the trees, reaching out,belonging, holding, sharingbut still autonomous.You take a picture of me peekingbetween two trunks.I take a picture of youlooking up at your crown of trees. Thinking about sharksContinue reading “I Swear”