I I heard this poem in a podcast on Christmas Eve and it leveled me. "old great mother, ... the mosaic growth of shell so detailed,
no part of you simple, meaningless,
or able to be created by any human,
only destroyed."
"Forgive us for being thrown off true..."
My heart longs for the answer
to saving our home.
My heart longs for true.
kastilwell
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