Blossom

 

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Hope is the seed planted that grew into a tree that few expected to blossom. But now it provides fruit and comfort to all those who need a safe space to unwind. 

Love always, Esha  

Open Sky

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Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it's fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. 



Love, Esha 

Molded Bread

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Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread. Too far to be reversed to blackened to get ahead. Walk a different path instead. Go against the grain.

Love always, Esha

Grocery Store Prices

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The cart fills up with the splendor of groceries galore. But the cost has increased to ridiculous heights. Zucchini, cucumbers, carrots, mushrooms, potatoes, celery, peaches, apples, grapes, pears, lemons, cherries, luncheon meat, turkey, chicken, frozen pizza, onion dip, chips, guacamole, french bread all for the low price of $159. Take me back in time, let’s rewind to the days before the pandemic slump. Things weren’t perfect but living was affordable. And you could spend 10 dollars for lunch. Now 3 jobs aren’t enough. Keeping children in running schools are tough. Throwing quarters into a bottomless pit hoping the money swells. But even on your toughest days, remember all is well.

Love always, Esha