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As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies, I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing. As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things, I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again. As…
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Out of our periphery, we’ve long existed. Longing for something we both possess innately. Our songs are the jewels in our lotus blossoms. Tall and Short. Fragrant and Muddy. For the sake of intimacy and nostalgia, yet also disdainful of my incapableness to be right here, I salute you and sing, “Lilac Wine”
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A sandstorm’s moved in and it’s in my ears and eyebrows. I climbed an ant hill of ages today and poured it out of my shoes. Little rainbows if you look just right and up close. I found a way to think like a bear and like a mountain. A shadowy cloud of snow beckons…
anita lorraine moore 