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Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.

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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Hands Life Myself Place Touch
I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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Brave Lonely Myself Remember
I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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Floor Grave Moon Ocean Open Sky Yourself
In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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Bloom Dreams Hands Healing Myself Open Patience Self Love Time
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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Company Floor Hands Leaving Myself Uncertain
Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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Anger Fear Feeling Sorrow Yourself
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Beginning Deep Move Myself Writing
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Dreams Lost Myself Tree Way
I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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Comfortable Flower Myself Shape Start Thinking
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Fake Feeling Happiness Myself Spring
The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Loneliness Loud Myself Notice World
I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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Allow Feeling Greatness Myself
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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Enough Ghost Listening Morning Myself Walk

Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.

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Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.

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