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Dear R,
The following stanza is an absolute cornerstone of daily living for me. What a brilliant analogy of trying to get from day to the next. I found myself engrossed from start to finish with this lovely write. H 🌷
“I’ve tried more than once to
bury my heart inside me,
sleep- quakes to keep me awake
strung shovels can only dig so deep”