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Journey at a Trot.

I’m very busy now. I’m scaling heights, I’m swimming after dark from winter shores; the fishers know my name, and there are nights when ragged people warm my heart, because they share the little that they have. I’ve slept upon the beach, sung jazz up on the stage, and wandered wild for days where sorrow crept to snuffle at my heels. I know the cage that is my isolation. Here’s the door. Just watch me run! I gasp, my body aches but still I must go on, there must be more! I’ll find the energy although it takes its toll of me. My love has passed away. I push to just get through another day.

Kathy Earsman 2004

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