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Nov 2017
Watch life bloom where it wasn't
in the patches of fragrant wildfire
that sway airily in the calm arms
of the wind at noon sun.

( Our plans always fell as hasty child's scribble, but every farmer knows that a garden takes a season of storms and worms to bloom. )
jessica monet
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