My eldest gathers an ecosystem of treasures like a store of botanical specimens for the apocalypse, or a nest for lockdown hibernation. And I, wandering with him and his brothers, viewing the world like they do, at ground level or just above, begin to spy jungles, mini-forests, whole worlds, grooves and knots, stalactites of sap, and breathe Thankyou with the air that still pushes my lungs to live. I live.
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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