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Dec 2020
It isn’t just words.
It’s a person in the desert
thirsting for water and drinking it in.
It’s an empty bucket dipping into a stream to be filled.
It’s a shallow space allowing itself to grow.
It’s a root seeking loam.
and a wanderer coming home.
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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