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The weight of the clouds presses my collar bones into my stomach.

Ribs to hips and knees to the dirt.

They call it relief precipitation, when this heavy type of sky opens up.

Releven. Take heart. Rise.

A spell, cast and received from the sky into the earth. And we who stand between the two.

Of the two. Elemental in our own right. That we could feel the tension build, the promise in motion.

© Elizabeth McLaughlin

Eliza McLaughlin

Swimming Dragons, 2024

Mixed media on canvas



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