Camels

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And yet
When the dust settles,
Here is my peace again.
Dormant beneath the sandstorm,
It was always here —
A well of water, still.
Clear, cool, fresh.

It asks that I splash my face
with its sweet embrace.
It suggests I remember
That…

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Full-time freelance writer/copywriter. I write about how I got here, and how to live a good life with less pressure and more meaning.

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Full-time freelance writer/copywriter. I write about how I got here, and how to live a good life with less pressure and more meaning.

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