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So long as inertia’s great flywheel holds all in place
why complain about the weather? Let it teach us to vary, repeat ourselves, defy prediction. At least we’re here. "Cheer," calls the red-winged blackbird. That call and one song are all it needs. A better example might be the selfless moon who climbs and sinks over the night-charmed earth, horizons separating, entering each other. Selves, bodies, wisdoms working together, wet with complexity, weak and strong forces constellated in us, what do you say? Never stop is all we know. One law grinds our bones, another licks our pleasure until it swells and flowers into the future. Love what you have. |

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