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May 2013
Meeting you
was that moment in Spring when
Out of the frost and the rain and the cold and arid cries of Winter
The sun decides
on an impossible whim
To pull the leaves from hiding
And so one morning
before you have time to adjust to the glisten and green

They're alive again.
Cara Anna
Written by
Cara Anna  New Joisey
(New Joisey)   
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