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I speak many,

and I learned it from nature:

the trees murmur to the sky

whispering winds back and forth

and the sky kisses the water

all along the horizon,

like stones that skip, reaching reaching

wanting to sink into that touch,

deeper each time.

And what about the snails that leave

messages behind them

as they seek a new day?

We read those too,

and speak with such love

when we sit next to our children

and tell them the ways

the world will teach them

when we're gone.

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