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Oct 2018
A glance toward the clouds,
Eyes willing the pregnant sky to burst,
To shower life onto the barren earth,
The dry places of her heart.
Places in need of refreshment,
Of the baby leaf green of the new,
Rain. Come. Now.
Keren Pickard
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Keren Pickard
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