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🕯 🏵 🕯 🏵 🕯 🏵 🕯 Seeing darkness rise.
A salty tear feeds the earth.
A flower grows there.
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Usually we are full of chatter. Yesterday and today we are quiet. It is not indifference. We feel the import of the choice made. Even the breaths we take now are quiet and cautious.
🕯🕯🕯🕯What have we done? 🕯🕯🕯🕯 🏵 🕯 🏵 🕯 🏵 🕯 🏵 🕯
Trusting that ultimately all is turning towards goodness
- a place where the impossible happens and salt water
is nourishment for a pristine flower 
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