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This is migration to love, to God, to self.

Bower

I collect the smallest pieces of you, those you are willing to share. Piece by piece I feel whole. Accepting bread crumbs as enough.The chips of wood you shed flame a fire inside of me that no one can dout. Dead leaves seem to come alive and form a garden I like to water, and call my own.

Out of all my collections, your afterthoughts are my favorite. 

Blue is the color of desire.
…and you, my love, are an ocean of blues.

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Ibeth

As a Michoacan native, I come with monarch blood. It is in my DNA to adapt, to grow, and change. My mind is a beautifully controlled storm. My heart is compass constantly looking for good in the world. My soul? It is God’s. Of the three, diving into the depths of my soul has been the hardest. I write for myself, for others, to God. Perfection does not come in my description but that only makes this a fun journey.

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