Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go. —Mary Ruefle
It’s our poem. —Eileen Myles
Progress means nothing to presence. —Ursula Le Guin
All the stories I have ever heard, stand silent in the space beside me. —Ali Cobby Eckermann
Is it not true, my friend, that the river has very many voices?. —Herman Hesse (Siddhartha).
On a branch. Floating downriver. A cricket, singing. —Kobayashi Issa.
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