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waking up: mornings are always hard for me. waking in struggling feathers i curl in winter light even though it is summer amidst the notable lack of moon. as I fight to awake a butterfly staggers but your kiss changes everything and is a comforting cloud of warmth in impressionistic light. we share our love so feeding the feral cat i float on a bird-inviting cloud and as I write these words i am touched by the Holy Spirit which deepens my belief in love. yawning branches. i am a mountain flower.

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