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Saturday 25th March 2023

Gentle rays illuminate my face,

I have missed this delicate kiss of the light.

My skin is gleaming with gratitude. Everywhere is life.

Poking through cracks.

Its almost criminal to uproot the weeds.

I try not to feel the grumble of guilt.

Like the weeds it will take over if not kept in check.

This is life though. Emerging.

As am I with my hands in the earth

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