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Everything from your dreams.
A feeling.
Listen to your body. Talk to plants. Ignore People.


The kind of sunrise that comes in hazy and warm and splits thru the night’s leftover chill. There is hope in this kind of sunrise. I wake to the same world I have walked in my four and twenty years. The birds still call to one another across the wood, and the dew still sits as the grass drinks in…