they were nowhere to be found
- the in between words
wedged between rocks and roots.
A closer look with squinty eyes?
Tiny flowers bloomed bravely,
feathery roots deep in rocky crevices clung ~
Forgotten words vow to grow once more.
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly,
is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.”
~ Kurt Vonnegut
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