Even when I’m standing still, I’m moving

Even when I'm standing still, I'm moving. I felt the waves of sound travel through my toes to my head. The sweet tones took me far away to times past. Each note pulled me further along, To a path worn with history. Each century rung through my veins. I pulsed the upheavals, the loss in […]
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Published on May 30, 2024 14:31
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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