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I watched pigeons on the side of a bridge
huddled against cold steel in sunshine and wind and felt their courage and strength show through the ruffling of their feathers And I, in my warm idling vehicle at the traffic light ready to push off into my brave world k r harvest
laid down with her basket of bruised fruit telling me not to grow impatient k r A touch to my skin
on the surface goes deep Untangling and weaving through veins to my arteries Reading the pulse of my mortal fabric k r
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December 2018
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KELLY RIED THIESSEN
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