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Kentia Palms Catch a Breeze

Kentia palms catch a breeze And sway gently in their rows; This verdant sanctuary Comforts me like the psalms. I amble slowly between them - My head tapped by the fronds. I feel the warmth of the sun; The fresh air fills my lungs. A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles - Beautiful but defiant. Gold sealed up the fissures - Reminding me of who I am.

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