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Jun 2014
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
from β€œWild Geese” by Mary Oliver
Written by
Emelise Aourn
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