She was half alive.
Half were gone.
I see them in the faces.
Family strangers. The volcanoes call.
Their icy tips. Safe foundations.
Anything can grow with a little water.
Welcome to the planet. Please behave.
She was not crushed. Sage smells strongest.
I ask her when life will end. She thinks
asking is so ridiculous. But I did not say a word.
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