Hay-trie Acres: Prose and Prints

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The grass growers taller,
Greener.

I grow deeper,
Darker.

The sky grows distant,
fading from bright.

Sunshine, clouds,
Closed my eyes.

Inhale, exhale, open.

Deepening life, 
Rooted.

Wild.

Bursting.

Blooming.

Now.

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