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From A Different Page In The Manual

When you are quiet
enough
by effort or its lack
quiet enough can lead you
to the middle of the forest
where you might disappear
or you might hear a
forgotten sound—this true, deep voice
both you and
(could it be)
some enormous
more?

2 responses »

  1. Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh!
    (Need I say more?)

    Reply
  2. your sweet responses encourage me whenever I write. how lucky I feel to have you as a reader. thank you.

    Reply

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