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i am such a big fan of not knowing things. that is the allure of this life for me. there are so many things i will never know and so many things i will only somewhat come to know. i love mystery. there is power in secrecy

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Kelly G. Wilson

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We are alive. And now the work is to be gentler with ourselves and with the world. I want such a sweet life for you. I want the fierceness of attention, of the light coming over the hill, of your own hand bringing a cup to your mouth. Of love, which will abide so much longer than the fire.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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“Pith” by Rhiannon McGavin

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— Rhiannon McGavin

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“I know I’m older when I stop wanting / to strangle the girl I was and try to hold her instead.”

— Rhiannon McGavin, from “Habit,” in Grocery List Poems

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this poem lives rent free in my mind

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Rhiannon McGavin

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the memory of a memory, Katie Maria

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“Every day is utterly new to her — almost like being born again each morning.”

— Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “Mermaids & Ikons: A Greek Summer,”

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Ocean Vuong, from “Tell Me Something Good.”

[Text ID: “That it’s fair⏤it has to be⏤how our hands hurt us, then give us the world. How you can love the world until there’s nothing left to love but yourself.”]

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[Text ID: “Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”]