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First Thaw — a trial 

But snow cannot hold.
The thaw arrives,
water rushing beneath ice,
ground breaking open,
muddy, uncertain.

Here is the test:
love exposed,
no longer hidden
under purity’s veil.

It is messy,
it is raw,
but it is real

—roots pushing through
softened earth,
seeking moisture.

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