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  • the physicality of a place.
    like the forest in which i stand. off the wildwood trail.
    off the trail. wandering. deeper.
    go. go further. still.
    traipse knee deep. into the muddied earth.
    and beds made of fallen leaves. and pine needles and broken branches.
    and lengths of ivy. vines thick as rope. hidden underneath it all.
    that will trip you up. that. trip. me. up.
    i want this. to be in it. to stomp and traipse through these things.
    in cheap plastic green rain boots. not made. for this. not made for winter.
    or trails. or. for anything much. other then it's what. i have. today.
    this. is what you have. today.
    i am. just. like you.
    broken in so many ways. i do not want you to know.
    trying to find. my place. in the world. my people. my love.
    today. it's what i have. to get me out of bed. to do this. to be in the place.
    that is winter worn. where. conifers. have fallen. heavy. and leaden.
    from winter storms.
    limbs cross the gulley. reaching out for a little bit. of relief.
    that's. what i do. here. i wander. and reach out.
    the air. it's warm. and damp. like the deepest breath. i have exhaled.
    because. sometimes. the day requires a bravery. i cannot imagine.
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