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Earth


Soil- beneath our feet, the ground on which we stand pulverized rock and organic matter- a rich humus fertile catalyst womb for seed- for sprouting- thus, growth. Necessary, yet turbulent too, unstable, seismic, volcanic- this mantel , this crust of shifting plates, faultlines and sometimes spewings of magma- molten fire... Ever changing solid, or quaking viable or barren fickle as quicksand's enveloping quagmire- fiery, so much so it is like - human temperament.
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Annette M Velasquez

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Annette M Velasquez
You're most welcome!
Jan Wienen
<p>Thank you</p>

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