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Shiny leaves solidify with no trace of myself left behind in their future. What I have taken out of the forest with me has been ripped apart. Using my today for tomorrow is necessary because the decapitated bushes showed no sign of God in Creation. I appreciate what was formed on the branches with the necessity in my soul to find the workings of the Creator. “Try, try, try….” I chant as I look at the speculative present and admit to a past that must have meant something. Even the rocks cannot sing my song- “I Will Find A Way”.

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    Horrorshow over 8 years ago

    Good drabble, Kimberly.

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    Kimberly about 8 years ago

    Thank you!

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