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Ashes

Ashes…
Memory of the dust I once was.
Prophecy of what I will become
Promise of fruitfulness for my today.

Ashes…
I remember silvery heaps in olive groves:
Fertilizer for the field, revitalizing the trees.
Wednesday, it’s on my forehead that the priest placed the ashes:
Instead of obligation and sadness,
I felt a secret joy within.

An Italian little sister