Fourteen years of quiet posts in quiet hours.

This time, it's personal.
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I started this as an exercise in putting words on a screen for no one but myself. By some paperthin miracle, it's stayed that way. Other people have read this, for a time, or read it still when they remember, and some have responded in various ways, but it remains always for me, and me alone.

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do you remember a time when there was no shivering
no cold curling around you, through you
memory of warmth, of water surrounding
thirst unknown, hunger
unknown

we cling to each other with everything we have left
small hands magnetized, suffering touch
fearing the future, the death of knowing
solace unknown, safety
unknown