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There’s been a drought.
Things are lackluster and bland
under the weight of my scorched emotions.
The succulence of life seems far behind me.
But sometimes,
at night,
the greens are more vibrant
and I swear I smell rain in the air
and hear it coming across the mountains.
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These images really convey the shift in emotion. You’ve captured the in-between.