In spring, wild energy sprouts everywhere. I see it in the uncurling leaves. I feel it in my heartbeat. The warmth invites us to shed layers, to be lighter, to run wild. This wilderness inside can’t be tamed, though we’ve built walls to civilize ourselves. I love the fork and knife of my life, this wild isn’t bucking at my civilized ways, this wild beck…
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