A stroll through the SWarden...

....doesn’t ask who you are....it reveals it in the way you walk through it.

I moved slow enough to hear my own contradictions underfoot, every step a quiet confession.

Even the wind seemed selective in what it touched. some things it softened, others it stripped bare.

So I wonder…

When you cross paths with me, do you feel something gentle enough to keep…
or something beautiful you know not to touch?

Am I a daisy...

or poison ivy?

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