She was tired.
Eyes heavy as she tried to dissect her thoughts.
The sun was raging, and the moon was kind.
She danced and twirled, trying to find her balance,
But often falling short.
The days and nights were equal now,
As the fall moon rises, and sets in the autumn chill.
The stars laughed at her struggle,
But the dirt between her toes tried to teach her that she could grow.
And she did.
Night after night,
Day after day,
Moment after moment.
Newness on the horizon.
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