the
land feeds us how could it not it is part of us as we inhale the shimmering
morning breeze as we chew the lettuce we are part of it as we exhale choices to
despoil or protect as we grow our
tresses long imagining our braids woven from grass and the irrevocable promise
sealed with mud rests on our lips as we kiss the sacred soil under our feet
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