Like fresh earth, roots settled in; surround me. No clear pictures - how why - rather, a breeze strolled; a hammock rocked; hair wisped over a forehead. Dug into what grounds me.
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Like fresh earth, roots settled in; surround me. No clear pictures - how why - rather, a breeze strolled; a hammock rocked; hair wisped over a forehead. Dug into what grounds me.