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What redemption there is in being loved: we are always our best selves when loved by another.
The coin of a moon dangles low in a punctured, glittering sky.
Soil is memory made flesh, is past and present combined: nothing goes away.
We must pursue what’s in front of us, not what we can’t have or what we have lost. We must grasp
what we can reach and hold on, fast.
