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  • Writer's pictureSam Baker

come to dream

We only come to sleep, we only come to dream, every each spring of the grass, that is how our making is, it is not true, it is not true that we came to live on the earth, it comes and sprouts, it comes and our heart opens corollas, our body gives out some flowers, it wilts!

-Nahua Literature

black rock and live oak


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