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This poem began, as all deeply reflective poetry does… in the shower.
The opening line came to me, unprompted, and something in it asked to be written. I had been thinking about that seductive pull toward wanting to know what’s next in life. How easy it is to crave the clarity of a plan, the comfort of a label, the satisfying checkmark of a completed go…
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