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#accumulating
I feel you easing into me occupying thin layer upon thin layer of my soul and I occasionally notice a smidgen of joy rising as if first light was dawning. But this is not first light for it has been accruing like silt in the river delta depositing fertile soil for an emergent growth.
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Silt