Tarot in paradise

He suddenly grabs me by the wrist,
And starts running,
Pulling me through thorny bushes
blackberry vines
Sweetly scratching my bare legs,
Reminding me of the pain
The minuscule
but pestering pain,
That comes from being dragged

With good intention,

through a forest
in the middle of Oregon.

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