out here in the forest
i confess to the trees
for my secrets are safe
with any of these;
but i don’t talk to those
who would tell all my sins–
like the babbling brooks
and the whispering winds
–photo by me
trust the trees
out here in the forest
i confess to the trees
for my secrets are safe
with any of these;
but i don’t talk to those
who would tell all my sins–
like the babbling brooks
and the whispering winds
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Love this
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Thank you!!
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Stuñning
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Thanks!
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Beautiful!
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What a gorgeous spot!
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It is, Sandy!
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Very cool. Good there are no “whispering willows,” eh?? 🙂
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Ha, never thought of that! Thanks, Lynn!
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Though one must always be wary of the Weeping Willows, for they’re known to get quite emotional. Once they start bawling, there’s no telling what secrets they’ll spill!
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ha, that’s funny, Jake!
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Fantastic!
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Thank you, Susan!
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hahaha; light and clever 🙂
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Thank you much, John!
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I think the trees are quite worthy of trust.
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I quite agree, Adam, except, as Lynn pointed out, for the whispering willows!
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Really beautiful.
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Thank you, Bridgette!
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Very clever!
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Thank you, Dawn!!
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