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Innigkeit (nach außen)

Looking out on Union Bay amid the last dying light of the December sun,

a creeping coldness limns my toes. This, I am reminded, is what it is

to be alive. Not the beauty of the world, or some satisfaction

on a day well spent, but just the fragile thisness of it all.

This place, this light, these toes.

This stillness resonating in me.


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