This morning

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Your bed is empty
and yet our hearts remain full.

Chase that squirrel baby.

Never stuck

Everything changes
even when it feels the same.

Sunshine heats up ice.

Fine wine or raisin?
Traced back to the self same seed.

You get what you grow.

A frozen wind aims
not at me, yet I’m stranded.

Some beliefs must shift.