Written January 2002
I can’t forget
Kiss: sticky juice from a ripe orange
Touch: water from melting snow crystals
Presence: chill of the wind through a sweater
Taste: bitterness of good wine
Memory: focused migration of the clouds
Smell: intoxication of pine needles
Don’t come too close
You’ve left your mark on me
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For as long as I can remember I've been looking for a cause, something to work for and direct my life. Environmental issues became my focus, and key to the way I want to live. Still, I've never escaped the longing to write, and now feel equally passionate about education and exploration. This blog is my venue for exploring my ideas and creativity.
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