There is wisdom in the palms. Perhaps, it's because I have barn owls in the neighboring palm trees, or maybe it's a message in itself to allow deeper wisdom to see through the darkness. And still, it is comforting to hear them, the snoring and squawking, from a bird that was so mysterious and elusive to me before. I have been so elusive to this landscape, until now. Questioning my return to leave again. And now staying. As I feel free, and allow the palm to teach me about being strong and flexible, and withstanding the winds and flames.
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