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May 2022
Either dragging my toes or standing on the very tip of them,
Down below I can observe most things happening
Anticipating but never participating
Pacing the sidelines, circling the corners, preparing to jump.

I never see the fall until after I have crawled
back out of this darkness
but I suppose that is why
they say what they say
about hindsight
Shiloh
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Shiloh  33/F/Oregon
(33/F/Oregon)   
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