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Holy Tea
Who can believe in practical solutions when the world offers pomegranates, mountain laurel, and silver wolves. Better to invite a friend for holy tea and a perfect stroll. Better to take a precious moment rapt and wide-eyed to center and remember the past is just outside your window. You can strip the house, tomorrow. Leftover random words with a few of my own thrown in. I count it good whenever I can use "pomegranate" in a poem.
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