this is not about getting it right, figuring things out, or hitting a bull's-eye. this is not about an obsession with word choice or an exacting eye on grammatical correctness. this is not about pulling out all the stops with tricky literary devices. this is about looking at life one paragraph at time.
even if it's not possible to start completely over, there is still this: the day, opening into itself and you, parting the curtains, seeing all that light come in.
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Hi Maya, I don't think I've commented for a while, but I am still relishing your poetry. Thanks.
Loved this, the imagery is beautiful and took me to that place in so many ways via memory.
Oh, how I love this!!!!
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