Day Eleven: Poem of Origin

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Sage and palo santo smoke, rosaries and guiltless guilty,

That time he thought it was okay to hit me,

Soft snuggles, the warmth of her fur,

The first snow of that last winter,

It’s said you can’t go home again,

When all is lost, Truth, home is within



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