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Joos's journal


As she whispers she will hear her own voice

There is a blazing fire inside us,
the fire of our soul.
Nourish her, nurture her,
kindle the flame.
She wants to live
and feel the touch of the wind,
the warmth of the rays of the sun,
the fluid carrying of the waves of the ocean.
She wants to savor her own touch,
her own words.
Sparkling and glowing
she is alive,
buried in the sand of her upbringing.
Let us caress her in pure delight.
The heap of ice around her
will melt,
and as she whispers
she will hear her own voice.