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I live in a forest,my senses are attuned to treesbut that doesn’t mean I don’t wonder at the skyor at the sunlight that pierces through the leaves,sometimes I even soar above the canopybut for now this is where I livethis is what I come home toand this is what I love. DF. 5-2-2021 1456

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You lifted me up like atiny bird with a broken wing,I weighed nothing in your handsand when you leaned forward to whisperyour healing words I could seethe pleasure in your eyes,I could see that that I have never beenanything other than you would have me be. DF. 3-2-2021 1453