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some beginnings rush to broadcast
they rise up
in the way fear always sees love
and uses it up
although none of us is too empty for life
I hear
this tree saying: I'm only just a seed
hold me
a breath sighing: I want to be born
end me
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Pic: Nu as we set off down the driveway. All my outside time with Nu these days is in the dark--whether they are walks to the school bus or (here) getting ready to put the chickens to bed.
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