There were things dropping out of trees marking little X’s on the ground reminding us of what used to be.
Spread thin with the hope of growth.
Rebirth.
A life lived again.
When we are here, it seems less fragile.
We are surrounded by life that stands taller than us and shades us from morbid thoughts of the end as simply the end.
Caught in a moment before the emotional commotion subsides.
Let’s not ever let this place run dry.
The Words Between Your Limbs
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