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a picture of a cat
curled up
cotton creases and fur.
half a foot from a bunched up blanket
both
in their natural state.
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We are all longing, or searching for something.
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Driving home from a familiar place.

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Going home,
rolled-down-windows,
11 pm, 
October,
mild wind
and everything that's happened this year
swirling.
"2016:"
you thought,
before it was time to think about 2016
in a long,
hard,
way.




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Good words

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"Each reciting I too was here–"
- Rhyme by Robert Pinsky

Poetry has power lately (always, too, of course). I'm trying to read more of it, a poem every day, or every other one. Some lines feel like they're my lines. Not really like I wrote them, but that they speak for me. Like finding friends, or someone who understands whatever's going on inside of me right now.

"To Buddha every distinct thing is illusion
And becoming is destruction, but still we sing
In the shower."
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It's a beautiful place.

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Can you believe we live in a world where somebody created something like this? In awe.

p.s. the video works. don't know why the cover image is blank.

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