Privy

Flanked by alfalfa fields and neighboring farms my Grandpa took great pride in visiting his privy. As a young child I could not imagine what was so cool in that tiny shed as to lure my Grandpa out of the farm house in a blizzard or rain storm. Odd that it’s called a privy, kinda like a privilege of sorts for old-timers.

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New Seed

Potential for life contained within a tiny casing, internally strong. The perfect combination of elements connecting to create the spark, wind, rain, earth mixing in an alchemic potion, brewing the cycle once again.

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Trail

Paddle out. Dig, dig hard. Focus, don’t hesitate or you’ll go over the falls. Whoops, slammed---tumble, tumble out of control. Look for the light, relax, don’t fight it...now swim, swim, swim for the surface----almost there.....GASP!!! Breathe, deep panting frantic, breaths. Go with the current and run when you hit land, before you are pulled under again.

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