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February 23 - February 25, 2025
I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn’t get—and never would get.
Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.
