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Jul 2019
She buried herself deep within the dirt. Coming back, pushing past surface, like a sprout catching sun for the first time.

Break through.
Tap in.

Her tears were sweet instead of salty.
Watering all that could be,

And all the while inside the quiet of the Earth's womb,Β Β she thought,
"Thy will be done."
Grounding.
Chelsea Rae
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