Unescorted – August 11, 2026

For a brief moment, I exhaled

Toes digging into the dirt 

Vibrations transmuted through me

Fresh and forgiving

Life began to make sense

The grasses had purpose, and I loved them

I had always loved them

There was no place else

This speck of dust

Existed

I stood on tippy toe

For as long as I could

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