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Quietly walking,
Through forests and wild meadows,
Nature holds my hand.
Waves washed my worries,
Surf ebbing tributaries,
Stirring tears to pools.
Soaring in the sky,
Wind takes my heart to new heights,
Feet wings on this Earth.
Dynamite recharged,
Exploding doubts to ashes,
Igniting my life.
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The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
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