Poetic snapshots, mostly travel-related.
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Honor
I run over your words like coals,
carrying all the gifts you gave me,
all the hours and love and sacrifices,
all the death of your dreams. You
have earned the right to burn me,
and if I remember that, maybe
it won't hurt so much.
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