If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.

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Wave

Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Hold Oneself
Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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Known Leaves Sunlight
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.

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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.

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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Hard
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.

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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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Saint
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.

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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.

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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Radiant Window
For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.

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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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Recognition
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.

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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Move
We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.

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We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.

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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.

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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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Pieces
I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.

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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.

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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Summer
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.

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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Hold
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.

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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Name Sadness

If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.

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