A thought.
Can’t take me out of my element
By Hillary TuttonPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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But an idea -
Her head, air, wizzes around
A gale, beginning
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Seeds, in rich soil
Rooting for the future, work
The growth, new concepts
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The spark sets forward
Passionate, brave, the choices
A blaze, pushes on
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Motion - progression
Concepts as they come to life
The flow, of thinking
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