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Feb 2012
Keep me grounded.

Keep me strong.


Listen to the rhythm of the Mother’s^ song.


Muscles are stone.

Skin is dirt.


Fauna rustles dancing leaves in concert.


Animals roam.

Feel their lives.


Through mind’s eye, let them be your guide.
^Mother Earth.
Brycical
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