We are dust and to dust return.
In the end we’re
neither air, nor fire, nor water,
just dirt,
neither more nor less,
just dirt,
and maybe
some yellow flowers.
~ Pablo Neruda
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Jennifer Wolfe
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe at jenniferwolfe.net.
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[ Smiles ] Your poem is very beautiful!
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