After my fatal accident, I realize I’ve come back as a Live Oak
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After my fatal accident, I realize I’ve come back as a Live Oak
A mere thirty-two miles north of my place lies a magic, tax funded, endorphin generator.
When I have time to contemplate the mysteries of life, I wonder about the featherless birds.
Who put the sun in Sunday?
We were soon surrounded by fairy tale moss, shrinking into the forest like Alice in Wonderland.