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Lent 28

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Change is always longed for, and never stillness. Yet does the seed shift restlessly in its place, crammed all around by loam? Does it yearn to dance and long to give voice to its being? Or does it wait, drinking in silence and immobility, swaddled by soil and held by the earth. It knows this dark womb is working its deep and loyal magic, and that spring may not be hurried.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

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