All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and ghosts of men, and spirits behind those birds of flame. I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes, I can only hear the frame saying, Walk through.
Ada Limon
I am not obsessing.I am just sitting hereperforating this post-itwith a push-pin.
poetry
destiny change dream
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