Photoset By: Rachel Oyawale
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| There is a promise of love sleeping... |
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...There is a brightness in me that needs awakening... ...Come, dear spring. Come breathe life in...  ...May the sun warm my back...  ...May the ground on which I tread be alive and beckoning... 
...May my inner garden be lush and rich and growing. |
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