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1.28.23 freewriting


day dream fades to night dream

sheds it costume behind the curtains

heavy eyelids

opens a portal from one realm to another

transitions us from harshness

sharpness and demand to

the space of imagination

liminal fields of rest with

hidden pockets of play




waiting for

curious hands to uncover them

dig them from the ground

fingers tangled lovingly with supple roots

why shouldn't we love the earth?

why shouldn't we love to dream of her



every expression sublime and aching to be


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