Evelyn: Morning dew on an early morning adventure. I went with a friend to Ft. DeSoto State Park, yet another military ground, housing all kinds of cavernous barricades and strange rooms. My adventure partner and I hummed deeply into the various compartments, listening to the resonating sound move in the space and vibrate our heads and chests. We explored the beaches, talked about the wildlife, and perused the hot dog stand. Something about the droplets of water collecting at the center of this flower feels sad, perhaps speaking to the part of me that desires deeper connections and a place to rest when I feel weary.
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