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Apr 2020
I find solace in the song of the birds
in the quiet hum of the refrigerator
in my breath as it flows in and out

I find solace in your arms as they hold me
and in the simple act of
dipping my spoon into half melted ice cream

I find solace in the thunder
and rain
and wind
and wildness of it all

And now, in the unknown.
Heather
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Heather
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