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old hurts feel like home;
they were---they are a familiar presence.
they were---they are a familiar presence.
intoxicating the senses
like a familial soft-baked cookie
just out of the oven...
like a familial soft-baked cookie
just out of the oven...
yet they are still hurts, no?
:::
long were we sick
in the throws of a social pandemic.
this viral pandemic
has only made the latter plight
nothing but more lucid.
:::
in every gap of pain
is an opportunity
for love's influence.
:::
place your hand into the striations
of light and shadows.
the back of your palm will then
become a mirror;
it reflects the truth
that we are all a herd of zebras
migrating through life,
grazing on grasses of experience,
and following the rains of adversity---
painted in stripes of shadows and of light.
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