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Walking through the woods

for the first time in years, air smelling

salubrious and green. Stopping me suddenly

to light up my Loud rolled in a Vanilla Dutch

 tobacco leaf, as the vista petitioned me

 to meditate next to the calmness

of a moss covered rock. One

knee up to support my

head – heavy as

Gibraltar.

A breeze knocked against my face,

inhaling it opened my lungs, exhaling both

 wind and smoke from the blunt, core cleansing

 breathe that carried the dust from my soul;

 birds chirped, leaves whispered, as two

large Western grey squirrels scurry in

 quest for seeds and nuts, a site

focusing all my attention,

 as it swiftly evacuates

 a mind mess.

My head tilts into the sound

of a small waterfall, causing my body

to grow lighter as it streams into a beautiful mist,

and splashes of memorial from a healing woman

celebrated on the phone for seconds, as she

 dissolved the stress of a lifetime with

 a few encouraging words, fading

 despair on a rift of evanescent

 wind, in a memory that will

 last a lifetime.