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Jun 2018
Its raw and cold,
the ice shimmers in the light.
It’s almost the breaking of dawn.
Branches no longer seep.
Sinking snow loosens the ground,
Slowly
Newly melted and damp.
The fog creeps among the greening moss.
Breathing, Leaping, and Living.
Spring.
Savannah-Rose Elizabeth Baird
Written by
Savannah-Rose Elizabeth Baird  25/F/Vermont
(25/F/Vermont)   
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   Samuel Louis
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