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and spreading glory for all big or small, letting the clouds shape stories for moments to come, the day, maybe entire lives, staring at the mountains, their vastness, their peace here to stay, blinking at the ocean, the waves more lives come and gone, the sand swishing ashes of so much lost and found.</p><p id="2b58"><i>Copyright © 2021 by Georgiana Petec. All rights reserved.</i></p><div id="950a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-voice-a001704a89e

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Nature is rude

The sand swishing ashes of so much lost and found

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I’m happily bound to this earth, swaying with willows, shaking off the chirping chant of the birds who woke up first, peeking at the sun peeking back at me unabashedly disengaging from its hiding and spreading glory for all big or small, letting the clouds shape stories for moments to come, the day, maybe entire lives, staring at the mountains, their vastness, their peace here to stay, blinking at the ocean, the waves more lives come and gone, the sand swishing ashes of so much lost and found.

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Poetry
Nature
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Life
British Columbia
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