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SIT AND SENSE
A poem about slowing down and appreciating the little sensory experiences of life. There is beauty everywhere. Take the time.
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I am a free spirit who is learning to live bravely
My story is made of threads and tangents. They all flutter and grow or twist. None of them are tidy lengths, just split ends and wisps like Tibetan prayer flags.