And maybe
though there
is no floor
you find
the grace
in falling—
after all
those years
of baby
steps, with
one plunge
you’re
evolving
May 2, 2019 by Rosemerry
And maybe
though there
is no floor
you find
the grace
in falling—
after all
those years
of baby
steps, with
one plunge
you’re
evolving
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