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Awake

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.

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

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