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I remember when I first awoke to the scent of the earth. Life, distilled in a flower.

The lilac and I had pie in the sky and the iris told me her secrets.

The grass had me sold as sure as a car salesman in a new suit.

Ever since then, the earth and I have been old friends.

It’s a good thing too. Someday when I’m old and gray she will receive me. But no worry, for the earth eats death and breathes out life.


Artistic specialist, wonderer, idea maven, mom of four, and two more. Words and notes are my media of choice.

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