November 14, 2016

I'm experiencing Fall for the first time. The colors of fallen leaves, it's like the sun grew a pair of legs, learned to dance, and left foot prints all over the street. I was standing under a tree one night and the wind shook all the orange from the branches and left it at my ankles. My favorite things about this season so far are the cool temperatures and changing colors, that and the fact that my mommy is visiting from Guam and staying at my apartment. It'll be her first Fall, too, her first time seeing how I'm doing since I left home. 

As the branches above me become bare, I think more and more about how a tree is such a powerful, but often overlooked symbol of self-preservation and survival. These days, so many people portray survival with such aggressive images: the bat...

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