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So nice to be resting
your head
against a solid
yet supple support
that never stops
reaching for the skies.
Growing without
stunting others
without casting
a shade over others
and yet receiving
everything with grace.
I have no hesitation
no inhibition
to let joy come to me
into me and
out of me.
Joy is growing.
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