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1d
Dirt shifts and earth moves.
It takes a team; shape shifting into something new.

  The sun's energy,
     The rain's hope,
        The rest in between, suggested each          
        night by the rising moon.

Seeds will tuck themselves away in their shell, seeking safety, until gently coaxed into the light by the loyal sun, they are cleansed by the loving rain, allowed to glow under the healing moon.
Lundy
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