Fingers
twirling around
my memories
To see
how fate
spins
its details
--
The images
of the past
come
like a drowning
man
who wants
to drink his evening
coffee
at the window
of the
exile
---
Needlepoint
Extraordinary guest
spinning
a t-shirt
to rearrange
the sounds of
the past
---
My window
Like a woman's eyes
Every day
arrange a meeting
and a date
One day
for sadness
and
another for longing.
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Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
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