You may have noticed that you haven’t seen a post from me here at Coastland Commons in over two months. Sorry about that. But the “why” of this is what I want, maybe need, to share about today.
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this shard of color
from which the wild rhythm builds
demands trust
to the beat of not seeing this soul
Memory is a tricky thing. We all have a heap of them, but sometimes they disappear or the edges get blurry. And sometimes we can remember something entirely different than the person standing next to us.
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