Moving On
I'm ridding myself of relics,
baggage that holds me to this place
with its familiar patina, but
I slow down when I encounter
hidden places,narrow openings where
fragments from these rooms tell
long stories and I stop to listen
Writing at the margins. Writing in the margins. A place to react, to stop and share a few words, to take stock, to think aloud.
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