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Reaching

Every day is learning 

How to speak again. 

The language lost in years wandering this world. 

Return to the wonder with soft eyes. 

Envision that which cannot be seen 

Dancing on the breeze  

Caressed by the leaves 

Waving in the painted sky dotted with stars. 

It all melts away 

Till it is nothing but breath. 

Slow 

Silent 

Sleep. 

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