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Gratefulness
Oh to find that still surface, the glide of silk and silence, sun lit along the oars, the mind in the arms, threading the seams of each moment.
Posted by kind permission of the poet. Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi/Unsplash.
Somewhere someone needs help. Send love. It matters. If you can’t get there yourself, then…
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