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“My First Fifty”

Crumbling soft matter,

rich food for the life emerging, my hands

tingle with ancient energy

as roots break and new

growth commences.

Fragile plants gingerly awaken

with souls weakened but eager to grow,

triggering their impending

struggle to survive.

Breathing magic softly, I

give eternal thanks

for the awaited harvest.

 

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Photo based off of Soil In Hand, CC-BY-NC 2.0

 

 

 

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