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Nov. 3rd, 2004 03:32 pmdeclaration
prairie soil between my toes
wind tangling my hair into the tall grasses
I am rooted here
I love the land--the soil, the sea of grass, the winds
but I have no hope tonight
I need to make something small
something beautiful
that I can hold, and touch
and reassure myself
it's not as hopeless as I think