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7d
the light bursts through, glowing
not scattered or winnowing in
the grasses are thick, and even taller still
the creek itself is quiet, but there are children playing there,
among the ticks and cats, birds and gnats
and here, i realize i am more alive
than i have ever been
who knew that living in dark woods in the middle of nowhere during your formative teenage years does a number on your brain. we moved back to civilization a few weeks ago.
Ash
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Ash  18/Genderqueer
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