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Sep 2016
how fast we fade.
one moment,
we were a forest fire.
the next one,
we were a clearing.

how slow we recover.
our flowers are still seeds,
our trees are still shrubs.
we still grow on the same earth,
under the same sky.
Demi
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Demi
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   HED TRAMA and Doug Potter
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