im sitting in my mother's studio checking through the window.
the earth, trees, rocks and leaves are releasing steam from their pores,
morning after the storm, the day is a crisp apple, juicy
jack absorbs the rays, curled at my feet.
the quiet calms me, as i feel my ears and body take advantage of the green silence.
the silence melts the cramped in head, heart unfolds
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