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'Hottest year ever will soon grace headlines near you.' This line caught my eye, and led to me reading this article about a developing El Nino. I focused on the heat, possible coming rain, and the word grace.
Grace
Grace isn't something
you speak without living
like a song,
it doesn't exist
until it lives
inside a story
of its own
Grace is a silver crayon,
in a box of one,
a welcome rain after the hottest sun
When night falls,
grace
is
challenged
to a dual
with
exhaustion and rage.
Your head hits the pillow.
Grace wins.
In the end,
grace wins.
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