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Ashley Aug 2021
In the quietude
Blue ridge mountains
Ache for the epoch
Of strength
Their eroded bodies
Now mirror a landscape
Of frozen waves
Breeze-Mist Apr 2019
my heart is wild
brambles growing around the
refuse of the past

my heart is wild
rushing over blue hills
sky and earth and lake

my heart is wild
flowers growing all around
city streets in spring
reflections on a spring break trip to help with environmental efforts

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