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Poetry

Photons of Thought

The sun feels warm upon my face -- I mean, upon my eyelds, from behind which I am looking thrpugh a wintry cloudless sky ...
November 22, 2022
Poetry

Leaning

An open hand and wit enough to grasp the punctured palm and hold on tight, like seas that cannot leave the shore . . .
November 8, 2022