Composting Words
They come . . . out of nowhere Lent for a moment. Swirling colors, passionate inspirations, lyrics hummed, whispers passing through. Words fall like rain. Pluck them, and toss them like splashed paint....
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Spent day lily stalks mark the passing of summer. Fallen blooms, once orange and peach ready to compost into next year’s spring.
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