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Dirt shifts and earth moves. It takes a team; shape shifting into something new. The sun's energy, The rain's hope, The rest in between, suggested each night by the rising moon. Seeds will tuck themselves away in their shell, seeking safety, until gently coaxed into the light by the loyal sun, they are cleansed by the loving rain, allowed to glow under the healing moon.
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Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
I need the sun, the rain, and the moon too
Dirt shifts and earth moves. It takes a team; shape shifting into something new. The sun's energy, The rain's hope, The rest in between, suggested each night by the rising moon. Seeds will tuck themselves away in their shell, seeking safety, until gently coaxed into the light by the loyal sun, they are cleansed by the loving rain, allowed to glow under the healing moon.
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Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
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