What do you remember about the earth?

Tiny ripples in a pond, vibrating the lily pad homes of frogs. Dense moss, moist from the constant rainfall that captivates the area I inhabit.

Exchange of secrets, tucked beneath warm covers on a night different that others. A white candle, in a red jar, illuminates the distance between us. It glows til we come together.

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  1. I appreciate the imagery that is always in your words. I feel as though I’m standing in the midst of whatever you are writing about. There’s a cleanness that also hides layers. Amazing! Thanks for writing.

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