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Darkness, warmth, silence Contemplating eons of the soul Then pressure, urgency, pain Emerge into the world Cold, wet, frail Vulnerable, lost, afraid Information flooding the senses Then strength, memories, needs Emerge into a self Excited, hopeful, beautiful Savoring, exploring, delighting In all the wonders around Then darkness, pain, silence Emerge into nothing Lifeless, cold, dead by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit |
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\(o.o)/...© Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit 2000 - Present ...\(o.o)/
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The one photo of butterfly on flower is from Lori Howe
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