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Posted on July 8, 2011 by

I’m on a slow curve up, rising gently like a tide or swelling moon. Still, a certain sadness pervades; things feel a little heavy, flat; heart scarred and scoured. Ultimately: tired. But. Gradually, I’m reengaging. A slow strength is growing … Continue reading →

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