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Feb 2015
I'm home when the only sound kissing my ears is the wind.

I'm home when the only shoes on my feet are rushing grains of sand.

Let the air take me and spin me.

I want to feel the trees on the tips of my fingers and the sap stuck on my palms.

Let the soil of this earth obsorb me and make me whole.

Take me home.
KAT COLE
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KAT COLE  Sacramento
(Sacramento)   
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   ---, Tiffany Zufelt, Juneau and Robinson
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