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Per aspera ad astra, I whisper to the rearview mirror as the road lifts me out of New Brunswick past trees that remember more of me than I will admit or the river holds my older names without asking me to stay boxes shift softly like unfinished thoughts in the back seat as I am… Read more
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In the quiet of somethin’ you cain’t quite name, just turn your heart up toward Heaven like it is, no fixin’, no dressin’ it up There’s a stillness that don’t ask you to explain yourself none, it just waits on you, in a slow breath, in that little pause where everything eases down Let it… Read more
