This past week I wandered my favorite trails, visiting the swollen shores of my summer swimming spot and breathing deeply as one can only breathe alone in the woods.

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My heart leans into the whispers of
secret poetry spoken only in the
moment of beholding this
simple retelling of
genes expressing generations and yet
I find myself
I find myself among the
ones
privileged
to witness its telling
and I dare not repeat
dare not repent
dare not dishonor by the attempt
to understand with the mind what
syllables spoken by my soul
in response to these whispers might
say
for
much is lost in translation, and yet
I come away
enriched in the knowing
in the being
in the breathing
into
me

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