Emergence

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Steady thrum
Hear that?
It’s coming….. marching forward. Crimson light against the dark.
Undulating pulse, slow crescendo building power
Of change.
Wait….. patience
Slow tear. Delicious pain of emergence.
Hear that steady thrum?
It will not be stopped.

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Published by deannemansfield7242

I am many things in my life. I write about all of them, in some form or another. Fact or fiction it is all there.

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