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Mar 2014
Today, we do not have a panic attack,
Because we've learned how to sit, how to breathe.
Today, we walk on the shore of the vastness of humanity.
With our eyes, we drink up the sea.
In yellow kitchens we sip wine with our grandmothers,
Toast to safe travels and the soft passing of time.
Today, we are not tied to anything but the beat of our own hearts,
We owe this world no debts
And we have no excuses left to hide behind.
By now, we've learned to pray to the trees,
The moon,
And the sea.
Tonight, we pray that we might sleep.
Sarah Writes
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Sarah Writes  Montana
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