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During times of intensity,
feelings are raw,
cells are exposed.
I yield to growing.
I am polished yet again
by the Master Sculptor.
I grow
as intended.
I emerge
in a form yet unknown.
Infinitely better,
more peaceful,
more grounded,
never the same.
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Glinda Crawford, 2009
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