Sitting in the shade in my refuge from sun and heat, from human noise, out, away from daily life in the country with no one near I sometimes hear magical wisps from birds overhead, just above trees, of air slipping through their wings: each sweep of wings caressing feathers as they pass by to my delight. ~ Duane L Herrmann Duane L. Herrmann is a survivor who lives on the Kansas Prairie where he communes with trees in the breeze and writes. His poems, stories, histories and memoirs are published, in print and on the internet. Several of his works have won prizes. He has two histories published, eight books of poetry, and a sci fi novel. These defya traumatic childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD, the resulting PTSD, cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder and a form of mutism. His poems and photographs have appeared in Tiny Seed previously.