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Friday, September 30, 2011

September dribbles - 30

The twig was just a dead branch once, sank down, found sustenance, began to grow. The mound climbed slower than the tree, but underground dried bones drank sacred fill of chlorophyll and gray turned green. One winter, when the sap flows deep, these creeping roots shall rise, no more asleep.

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