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For Healing

I came home when I got sick
For healing air and green,
With sentinel firs and cedars,
Where rain is gentle and sunlight sparkles,
Where minds and medicine meet,
Where family knows and loves me
more than I remember,
Home to who and what I love
And to myself again.

For Healing

I came home when I got sick
For healing air and green,
With sentinel firs and cedars,
Where rain is gentle and sunlight sparkles,
Where minds and medicine meet,
Where family knows and loves me
more than I remember,
Home to who and what I love
And to myself again.

Miriam West, 64

Seattle

 
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