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In the corner of a sun drenched window a tiny seedling grows, its green hypocotyl curling toward the light I noticed this was a rare creation birthed from whispered promises, and to the quietdevotion of hands that watered,loved, and spoke life into the soil She is not merely a flower ,but a beacon of resilience,… Read more
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She stands in the dim light of morning her laughter weaving through the fog that is now evaporating ,nails polished to a “T”, they catch the glint of the sun ,sharp like a Diamondback poised,ready to strike Her eyes could cut through titanium, or could cradle you like a mother with her new babe; yet… Read more
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In the newness of each dawn before winter ,Laura Rose steps into the dew drops of her earth Between Glastonbury and Butleigh There her hands are as a compass guiding through bramble and fern where wild greens are collected along with their secrets A palette of emerald dreams gathered with reverence and love; berries, flowers,… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 