You reached an old tree hugger. The feeling of the rough bark is almost as good as hugging the layers of fur of a Malamute.
And there once wasn't a tree that I wouldn't attempt to climb and get into its highest branches. Fortunately, though, not having to escape the unbreathable air that sometimes blankets our world.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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And there once wasn't a tree that I wouldn't attempt to climb and get into its highest branches. Fortunately, though, not having to escape the unbreathable air that sometimes blankets our world.
Ron