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"[give] thanks for life's one altar" -- Sam Hamill Every crack in my heart is another opening for Green tendrils to vine up from below and remake me, for the waters of an ancient well fed by rains that fell when these mountains were young to flow through me. ii. In the alembic of my heart this grief becomes libation, fermented by memory and sweetened by my whisper of your name iii. The words by which you summoned me still echo through the forest, their traces are in soil and water and stone I have no choice but to answer them as long as these mountains remain, giving only thanks at life's one altar even when i stand there alone.
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