“the air is made of things we can’t retrieve . . .”

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http://heidigardner.vox.com/library/audio/6a00c22528162d8e1d00fa969b428b0002.html
listen. please.

It seems the earlier I need to leave, the more I put off packing.
I am off to the city.
We will call it a pilgrimage this trip.
I am excited and scared and sad and joyful and
empty and full and ready
and . . . not.
All at the same time, of course.

So much to say. Maybe later, as always.

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