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Mar 2021
the sweet summer air is heavy with afternoon storm.

the verdant underbellies of the oak trees seem to hold their breath in anticipation—

waiting for water.

finally! the rain kisses the ground. so soft.

i remind myself that grief is just love that has come up against her oldest challenger

i remember how to breathe.
Written by
Izze
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