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Earth Song Marisa Natoli air that the birds, too, have sung in. The sun burning passionate fury in the sky, drops rays like honey down the length of my neck. The spirit within me yelped, as I felt the grass beneath me tickle my skin. The stars that, too, beamed over the scalp of a newborn baby. its sweet sap trickled down my throat. The sap that the ants, too, have set their feelers upon, lusting over the harvest’s welcoming notes. Earth, carrying this heavy weight upon her back, guides all inquisitive creatures through the dark and quiet atmosphere. Has she not grown tired? For all that is and was, folds over into one grand essence, birthing within her womb.
agua Nancy Coronel photography “This photo was taken in Forks, Washington, as I was hiking up to see the waterfall in Bogachiel Rain Forest River. I came across this spot because I was following this little bird. This is what I think about when I need to escape.”
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