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The Awakening
It was filmy and mystical
With long fingernails, it slowly sharpened its splendor
against the bark of the trees.
Silken white hair brushed my face with a startling cool-
ness
when I came into contact with its presence,
licking each blade of grass as its only nourishment.
I raised my eyes and absorbed a brilliant growth of
rose fading into lavender.
With man-like strength, it pressed against the soil with
Quiet determination.
But a feminine aura possessed it as it
danced lightly upon its toes
reaching for the deep blue ...
I saw the sunrise this morning.
Kristin Vick
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