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In these moments I let myself thaw from noun to verb, finding my own liquidity, and let gravity begin to pull like an old, sweet summoning, I then sluice through labyrinthian cracks in my own becoming, flowing faithfully right to the feet of this great mountain of stillness behind my sternum. And then - here I am ancient, drunk on the richness of gaining absolutely nothing at all. - Brooke McNamara |
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