redwoods
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Dear Childhood Self,
The giants surround you
Filling you with feeling
But what feeling?
Wonder, excitement, joy.
Half a mile of red.
From the first sight I was in love.
With towering giants of green and deep red,
Crashing waves against rocky shores,
I can still feel the moist coolness of the damp earth on my bare feet from that summer.
I am lying on a wooden bench, my body so naturally pressing against its surface.
