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By Bea Winn

im deep under this

Night, it’s heavy on my back.

I need to wake up,

I need to heal.

turn to the fields:

I let the songs of the of the prairie grass

whisper in My ear,

telling me where to go next.

The warm soil between by toes

swaying here

I am staying here,

I become

the grass.

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