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Listen to my quiet place. It hums,

blood in my body. The stillest lake

water is ice, the sound of sunrise

through clouds. Listen, a mourning

dove as it cocks its head toward steady

beats in my chest, the quiet release

of attachment to a stony shore.

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First Publication: White Stag Literary Journal, Volume IV, Issue I, Ghost Motel, 2017