Black mountains lie between now and to be
A valley, thriving, bright in its diversity, courses a path.
Our hands wisp over sunflowers and lilac, legs are tickled by grasshoppers.
The monarchs graze our necks.
When we arrive, we will know.
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Black mountains lie between now and to be
A valley, thriving, bright in its diversity, courses a path.
Our hands wisp over sunflowers and lilac, legs are tickled by grasshoppers.
The monarchs graze our necks.
When we arrive, we will know.
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