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For Brandi Katherine Herrera and Zachary Schomburg 

I gathered up some things—a cape, a stanchion, my little collection of shadows—and headed out. It was a bright day, luminous with intention, and the fences were softly scurrying along the ditches. I ran and ran. I traversed many mountains and assailed many rivers but the only notable thing to say about any of it is that at a certain point I traded my collection of shadows for one of echoes, and thus called forth myself to myself as I progressed forward. Entering each unknown land, this perpetual welcome soothed me. Shadow-bereft, I was no longer in darkness. My cape billowed behind me. My stanchion stuck straight. Calling out hello, I answered with the same hearty salutation. I felt free.   

Posted 01/01/18
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