
They treenapped a dying one and transplanted it
We sat in that dark theater yesterday and I wept
For she can not see the forrest, for the trees, my child.
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Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art,
history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.