I get intomy tunnelsoaked in the generalblessingof agingThe myth of energyis thatit’s benevolentThat I’m obviousis perhaps the onlygiftYou have totake care of yourselfa person on the train saysas they offer me their seathere in the presentBut what if the worktakes morethan it’s worthWhat iffor a momentwe stirredthat future
The Future!
Brooke Ellsworth
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- December 4, 2022
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