less layers

Becca Carroll
Mar 14, 2019
1 min read

shedding skin like sweaters after winter retreats, breaking through layers to allow space for the lemonade summer, hoping the sunbeams sink down into my bones, rooting seeds there so sunflowers will blossom.

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