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Wake up Silly It’s here Smoke from belly flame Kindling licks Dragon fire birth Chills for thawing heart Skin races Softness sets in Words on the tongue Spring forward Truth time tells Face in the mirror Flower budding Never more beautiful Music of inner voice Vibrate soul I made it I. Made. It.

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Mar 23, 2015

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Notes: it was a hard fall and a long winter.

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