In the darkest places
of rest
the mind finds
what’s left
in our pockets
whether we wanted
it found
or forgotten.
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Categories: poetry
Bill Pearse
Writing is learning to see in the dark
In the darkest places
of rest
the mind finds
what’s left
in our pockets
whether we wanted
it found
or forgotten.
Categories: poetry
Bill Pearse 
emotional lint that sticks
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That’s good Beth!
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Sorry to be repeating myself–but, lovely, lovely, lovely!!!
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You don’t ever need to apologize for that, I’m a sucker for praise! Thanks “A!”
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🙂
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God –how do you do this??? I finished a piece just on this subject dealing with my own writing ( mostly the writing) that is hard for me to share openly!!! Damn how did you do this? haha
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That’s funny, same wavelengths. I have to go see yours, it’s been a while. Time for bed, an early one — Guten nacht Alesia!
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