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THE YIELD

Night rewrites day, transforms the blues with ink-wash, urges me to forget grapples, tasks, drudgery, hard surfaces and hardened people as all things soften, lighten, blur— even gravity pulls less as if the world’s core has pardoned the hefty afternoon. Sheets pouch this body, pillows accept every sigh. Sleep is a leave-taking, a poetic restoration of sense and mindfulness. Faultless, this need to submit, this appeal to let go. Just let it go.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/24/2022 6:10:00 PM
Lovely :) God bless you. Love, Gina
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Date: 1/14/2022 3:30:00 PM
Ahh the end of a trying day and the return of night. A time to rest, recoup. Tomorrow is another day and a chance to do better. Good stuff. God Bless, JB
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Date: 12/2/2020 4:21:00 PM
So long you've been gone. Missing your perspective, your unique words in general. Be safe Cyndi. ~Flo
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Date: 4/22/2020 8:42:00 AM
Have you really been gone for this long? The soup is in need of an infusion of flavour. I do hope you will return. Blessings Rick.
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Date: 4/27/2019 4:11:00 AM
Hi Cyndi, Enjoyed reading. hope all is well with you.
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Date: 9/27/2018 8:31:00 AM
Cyndi, so happy to read from you again - i missed your voice. This is amazing. I love the image of gravity pulling less, it captures the feeling exactly. Hope all is well with you.
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