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Feb 2018
If all that comes from this
is that my fire is lit
I will call it a gift
and lay it down in the duff
to be sprinkled with falling berries and pressed deeper into the welcoming soil
by so many hooves
Written by
Hannah Rosenstein
107
     Jamadhi Verse
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