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[frog-songs]

serotiny

there is nothing left.

ash coats the ground, the skeletons of trees, the open sky.

all the world is grey, a grave for what could have been, possibility buried deep.

the roots sleep.

there is more to come.

don’t run away.

the day will dawn the sun will shine the mounds of what was will feed new life; arrive without fear.

here is how we grow: slowly.

the past is cracked and charred the night as black as pitch— this is the breath in.

exhale.