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The mole comes up to see the sun and I, I am a lot like he. I’ve lived a life in gloom but none can bear the darkness constantly. Hearts must have joy as lungs need air;
The rain slips through my fingers; and dark soil and grains of sand. It makes me wonder what else could. The grass and trees? This bright green land? This moment in this hour
In her mother’s lap the little girl sat and in her little hands she hugged a nesting doll. I stepped back from the painting that was called the ‘Nesting Doll’