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Sunday, November 27, 2011

roots

i woke up in my clothes
realizing i had come home and dropped dead tired
the bed open from leaving to see my son this past thanksgiving.

walking yesterday while at lunch
listening to Hearing Voices: Native America
I found myself once again moving into my body

knowing i am who i am
knowing i am split between sea and mountain
a great river flowing
blocked.

i feel finished with a work i do and did to support my life and my sons.

they are making their own way.

i must make my own.


http://hearingvoices.com/news/2011/03/hv112-native-america/?submit=Go#comment-34529





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