Apr 2015
Body hold me.
Move me.
Stand with spirit
burning bright.
Lift my head from the earth.
A sculpture of tears.
A running child, arms reaching.
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Move me.
Stand with spirit
burning bright.
Lift my head from the earth.
A sculpture of tears.
A running child, arms reaching.
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(Minneapolis)
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