in our giving of thanks
we find intrinsic value
much more than places
in both directions of
that decimal point ●

a sequined moment
etched in time's fickle
precipice, caught only
with intention and at

times a whole lot of

personal courage and
swallowing of pride;
we've really nothing
to hide from each other

● except maybe the odd
awkward embarrassment
that harasses the mind
while the carving knife
lifts and catches light○*



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