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Samantha: Envy

Nature feels freer just before the morning, by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam. Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant, a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.

Samantha: But Love Always Is

My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear, one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness, all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished: that love always is.

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