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This part struck me:

Walked with me in the wind

To the eyebrow of a hill.

And wordlessly

We talked.

Thanks, Dick!

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“Do you suppose

I could build her up again

With only a mouth to start from?”

What a strong image that is…💛

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Yeah that poem blows me away 🖤 I can't quite put my finger on it - but there's something in the second half that moves me deeply.

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yeah me too. . . i don’t know. . .a poem like this is like an old faded photo of a place we’ve all been before—but this time we see it from a wider angle. . .noticing the light, the wind, the shared silence.

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Aw love that 🖤

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These are so delightful. I especially love the one titled "Poem" about food as a poem and the cucumber slices and the lily pad.

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Yeah, that poem has some great moments. Poetry as food! Love that.

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little gods

unborn

!!

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Awww thanks Kim 🖤

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