chasing the me all over, I
failed to sit with the
them-ness of others -
lost presence, lost fullness, lost
bliss. fissures and shards
will not make a vase.
Soulful writing about humans and places
chasing the me all over, I
failed to sit with the
them-ness of others -
lost presence, lost fullness, lost
bliss. fissures and shards
will not make a vase.
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