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When I was in the desert I saw a tree that was both alive and dead
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mama robin at my parent’s house, she comes back and makes a nest here every year
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Not knowing where the intersection of making life my own and religion meet.
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Slept in a little too late, last part of my dream was biking through torrential rain, and wanting dinner with my sister
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