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The Tree & The Wormlet
The soil gently shifted around the straw thin roots of the sprouting pine. Up, down, left, right, as a wormlet wiggled by. But as they passed, their tough roots, their fragile skin brushed against each other, like a brush stroke on a canvas.
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Fall Contest: Congratulations!
From the beautiful and overflowing cornucopia of submissions to YWP's Fall Contest, and after much discussion and debate, our judges settled on one Gold award winner in each of the two categories of writing and visual art ($100 prizes), three Silv
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Beautiful tree
That beautiful tree
Take it all in.
That beautiful tree.
Red, orange, yellow,
And those slight tints of green.
The branches swaying in the wind,
Dancing to their favorite song.
Take it all in.
That beautiful tree.
Loves
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Papercuts
Did you know that, when you wrote me, I was made of papercuts
That I was ink and glue and wax but mostly, I was papercuts
Did you know that, when you read me, I am made of memories
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When Mother's Hands Were Magic
Do you remember when your mother's hands were magic?
When they looked like hands
Smelled like hands
Felt soft and calloused and strong like hands but weren't like your hands because
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The Tree & The Wormlet
The soil gently shifted around the straw thin roots of the sprouting pine. Up, down, left, right, as a wormlet wiggled by. But as they passed, their tough roots, their fragile skin brushed against each other, like a brush stroke on a canvas.
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Chasing Stillness
A feeling I chase is silence. I search for it everywhere. In a world where stimulation is all around, I feel the need to get away from it all.
