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Poem – The Burden We Accept
(1) Remains We found remains not of the day or night not of the moon or sun but of something more primal and of the earth and soil carrying its voice from pastures to fields to the winter beds. The remains we found of creatures roaming the open space the land born of themselves. (2)…
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To know my place here, the culmination of past, present, and now – requires awareness of my roots, where I came from, the events and experiences dictating the path. I now accept the path I chose, each bump, each divergement, even the occasions when the path ended at the blue cliffs overlooking the tumultuos waters,…