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  • Rainfall

    “For you I will cup my hands in supplication,
    little willow. I will allow the rain to pool
    in my palms even as it slips between
    the spindles of my fingers to join
    you in the moist, ripe ground.

    As the rain falls again, so too will I fall. ”


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