Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Shade for light.

January 25, 2019

 

How long have you been settling? How long have you been squinting at the text, protesting that yes, yes, this light is sufficient? And when did "sufficient" become good enough? When did "sufficient" become the end point, the goal? 

 

Well. I don't quite know how to go about it, but I'm pretty sick of "sufficient," of settling. I'm pretty tired of squinting at the text, making out every other word, and calling that good enough, calling that a life.

 

 

 

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