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Pulse
One moist patch, like dewy grass, surrounded by a field of weeds, emerges first and breathes at last, through openings, the air it needs. Cut off from, and cut off of; counting on, and counting in; from down below, to up above - A smack on tender, crimson skin. There is a pulse. One spring bud, like seedling stems, surrounded by a garden wall, is standing out from all of them, despite the fact, they're just as tall. And though the bud has not yet grown, the soil and the water see more than just the seed they've sewn. They see the flower it will be. There is a pulse. One tall stem, like climbing vines, surrounded by its petals' plumes, shares its elegant designs, and stretches as it blooms. And when the wind begins to call, the flower spreads it's pollen 'round. It falls in love, and loves in fall, and falling love renews the ground. There is a pulse.
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