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Mar 2020
The smell of earth.
Soil. Expectant. Eager.
Willing to be filled with seeds from thought.

You can have the entire world
in the palm of your hands.
But
if the soil is not eager to yield growth,
you have nothing at all.
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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