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Among the many things
to admire
about us:
This endless capacity
to begin again
This eagerness to pause
right in the middle of the journey
to say (eager or grateful or desperate)
This is where I am,
a little bit lost,
but moving
Between stories and snacks
Let’s try this—
I’ll describe my surroundings
and you listen.
Look,
We are all deep in this forest, somewhere between
trees and bonfires and
boulders blocking the road,
listening hard and calling out
offering each other
cheers directions advice sturdy boots
and recipes.

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