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Estuary

The River carries words softly, her rhythm, my cadence, her flow, my home. I drift where the stars fall, their light a map I cannot follow— only feel. Deeper now, the River’s current hums. The Poet has run out of lines— their ink dissolving into the tide. Her banks disappear, leaving only sky and salt, an estuary too wide to hold. The River’s lifeblood carries me, not to drown—but to bear my weary soul onward— where breath becomes wind, and the words to render never really end.

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Date: 2/17/2025 8:16:00 AM
Laura, you are part of humanity and nature and describe the connection brilliantly. I can imagine myself in the water. The start with stars fall and making a map reminds me that we are made from elements produced in stars and would not be here were it not for billions of years of change and evolution in this universe. We're part and just an infinitesimal piece of an ongoing development of the universe. Who knows how this all plays out over billions of years to come? Smiles!! An estuary is a perfect simile for all of this...something made from something else. You deserve a PhD in cosmology!! I marked this as a favorite!
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 2/22/2025 2:46:00 PM
Ah… thank you… you’re too kind to me… honored to make it into your favs. Again, adore your thoughts! <3
Date: 2/13/2025 2:45:00 PM
This is very captivating, May all receive this life and come to know this presence being poured into all creation, : ) take care
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 2/22/2025 2:45:00 PM
Your words are captivating… thank you Stephan…<3

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