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not wrenches or hammers
no stethoscopes, no spatulas
no calculators. Instead, we sit
with a school calendar
and thousands of words, built into
sentences, bound into books.
We stack stories around us on the table
as we plot, gambling that this book,
or maybe this one, can reach
from our side of the computer screen
to yours and shake you into a connection,
shake you into being interested,
awake, happy to be alive
and happy to be yourself, with a future
in front of you full of possibilities

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