We all live
in many states
of becoming fragile.
On a day,
like any other day,
we venture into the sun.
Her gardens,
they live well,
for they know seasons.
Money bears,
lost in our ways,
as we trample the land.
Then,
a Willy Wag Tail dances for us
and we are different.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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