YOU ARE READING edge of the garden Poetry outside of eden a watershed 179 29 46 by hughena by hughena Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I am human, but my family is moss finned and fern feathered living in and out of me in receding waters and returning oceans. when I don't listen to my lineage, my thoughts and ways can't answer any questions