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Oct 2016
We talk so much
about letting go--
of each other, things, emotions--
as if somewhere
there is some garbage dump,
some pit
into which we cast
all those things that hurt us
break us
hold us back.

But what if we said
"I set myself free"
and walked away;
even if the walking is a process
and we set ourselves
free
inch by inch
moment by moment?
Kristine Funch Lodge
Written by
Kristine Funch Lodge  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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