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Practice Run

To get ready, daily, for the stories inside, the voices, yet never losing sight of the fact that they are phantoms skating on waves, and to hold on would be like trying to clutch and contain sea-spray between your fingers– … Continue reading

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Turn, Turn, Turn

Practice makes practice, a craft and mantra, through which one enters and abides Mystery, wordless, longing, a skinny blade of grass bending to kiss the dew that mirrors clouds turning to breath upon the earth turning. to dust.

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