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A few words about embracing possibility & a poem

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Hungry Ants

This morning we are hungry ants that stumbled on a melon shell

Crawled into a crest of sun to savour an enchanted well

The gold unfolds in moats of throats, we’re ripe upon the looping May

Luminous on flesh that swipes as bears into our pause of day

And I know that soon we’ll work and climb, slugging up another hill

But right now we’ll shake fat roses with our bellies giddy on the thrill

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Mother of Hope
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Julie Dee