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and I did. In quiet rooms. In restaurants.
On public benches beside the trash cans.
And sometimes I walked with the pain
in my heart. Through aspen forests and
the shade of tight alleys. On crowded city
streets and on long dirt roads. And I danced
with the pain in my heart—danced in
the kitchen and danced in the park
and danced with no music at all. And
I cooked with the pain and I wrote
with the pain and I gardened,
washed dishes and slept with the pain
and the pain was still pain. It did not
change. It still hasn’t changed.
But I did.
 
*title from a line from Greg Kimura, “Sacred Wine”

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