It’s under water when I look up,

or in the songs that fill me up,

or when I close my eyes.

It’s in the trees when I touch their bark,

and in the sky as morning colors in the dark.

It’s in between the words you say, before my thoughts run off,

and in between my thoughts themselves,

It’s where I find myself

noticing

how quiet it is.

Poetry by Rachel
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Photography by Addison
Addisonbryantart.mypixieset.com
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