Merry Christmas

I have many different thoughts rambling around in my mind, too abstract at the present time to put down onto paper -- even for me the path is winding and short. It's like going through a huge corn maze and finding not another path, but the end of the line. So for now, the intangible metaphores and similes are simply:

leaves floating down streams maneuvering around planted rocks that will not grow. snowflake fingerprints flying through the breeze, while someplace warm a leaf is shedding tears from heaven, dripping onto flourishing grassy meadows.
even the stunted the dying and the dead
have a purpose
each piece of nature has its time
its place
maybe we'll find it together.

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