stretch.
breathe.
cry.
repeat.
the fire
releases
the tears
the wood
keeps held
inside
herself.
kneel.
stretch.
breathe.
cry.
repeat.
the tears
are the only way
she knows
god
is still
here.
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| Dead tree and sky, on the path to my hermitage. |
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| The tears she holds inside herself. |
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| Dusk outside my west window. |
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| Playful feet, warm sand. |
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| Sunday morning snowstorm. |
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| Thirsty, playful mule deer. |
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| Last evening sunset. |
