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May 2020
Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.
Certain people, places, things and forces have the power to love you and heal you so much that you end up forever indebted to them, for their unshaken and unconditional care. Respect them, and they sweep you off of your feet, into a world of beauty and brightness.
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