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RE: Dwellings

It is hard to understand that life goes on in spite of us trying to hold it in a mental and physical space that no longer contains us. When it is time to move forward, life shakes and I join you in your shudder of discount, of expectation before the new that is not new but rather older. Life is a roulette...
Beautiful poem, my friend @owasco

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And a beautiful comment! Thank you.