Category: Work life
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Day 28
alike from afar but endlessly varied stitches line the edges of all we touch of our made being
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Reserve time
Reserve time for poetry in April, for when the days get longer, we turn out after our deep hermitage, rushing too fast to learn from the budding world. Reserve time for poetry in July when the hammering sun tempts you to spend your best hours dozing, as the herons skim the river. Reserve time for…
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Quiet hour
Whisper with me, deflate joy, let its steam exhale. Take cover with me from babbling, tumbling squall. Escape now with me to a solitary inch of grassy earth. Lay here with me, our breath smooth, civil, disobedient. Ponder with me leaf shadow pressing on black wall, swaying in street light, silence holding. Tame with me…
