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This is one of my most recent story/poems, I'd love feedback and I hope you enjoy.

Green

I walked away leaving the breakfast fire to incessant chatter and smoke. Had to walk, had to feel the earth beneath my feet. Headed toward the spring camp, headed toward the place where everything changed. Everything inside of me changed while the earth changed, and now everything was green. So much green, permeated my skin, my hands, my feet, my thighs, even had green up inside of me- green all up in me-green.
The last time I had been in these woods it had been white. White everywhere, white so thick you broke through it and had white up to your thighs. Then it was brown, everything brown, moist and growing.
Kept walking, through the spruces, then the first patch of maples, then the swampy area which at this point was all dried up, then cross the snowmobile trail and into the second patch of maples. I didn't recognize spring camp until I was standing beside the parched earth where the sap was boiled down into syrup and then stirred to sugar to be carried home and sprinkled in our cereal and tea through out the year. I smiled remembering. And not far from that black spot in the lush earth was the bed of boughs where we slept. Me between him and her, then her between me and him and me and her and that for only one night, then me between him and her again without her, the other her,the one who wanted to sleep alone, but that is another story all together. I put my hands on the dry boughs that held our bodies, still retaining their resiliance.
Then I walked up behind camp, walked up the cliff to the top. Ended at the boulders at the top by the lone maple tree-right up at the height of the treetops. Their branches whispering. And that is where I took off all my clothes. Wanted to shine green out of my body like the leaves on those whispering branches. Folded my clothes into a neat little pile behind me, braided my hair and tucked it up in my big straw hat. There I was, naked as the day I was born, shining green, skin feeling the early summer breeze.

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