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Negotiating more space

Withdrawal in the best senses

Soft sounds

Low light

In silence

I show up for myself

Cocooned from without

No longer missing the sound of my heart

Plenty of room to sort through

Fluctuating feelings

To let them

Swirl and


To open again

To the soft rise of hope

To the glow of dawn

To the moon and owl

To the great mysteries of life

Embracing the lack of answer to the question


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