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Musings From The Marula Tree

When thoughts are inked, the mind is like a printing press.

Word for word and line by line, a picture for good measure.

Each paragraph a pause in time, captured by a pensive pen.

I write because it’s what we must, to purge the past and clear the way…

For only from the dark of night… can we leap forward to the light of day.


Herby Olschewski