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There are forests that hold my oldest memories.
Where I whispered.
The bleeding heart. The dripping honey.
Writing poems with fingertips on the stones and soil.
Only the trees remember.
In my darkest nights, they spoke softly to me...
"There is beauty in the breakable, broken things...
surrender...soften...exhale.
Whatever you fear- it is not here.
You are home."
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March 29th, 2018