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near the end

30 January 201113 February 2011 ~ Narinda

it is the most frightening part:

that moment
waiting for the silence

knowing it is coming
and all there is
to do

is
stop.

Posted in Poetry, Session XXI

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I live and make pottery on Chochenyo and Karkin Ohlone land. If you live there, too, please consider joining me in paying the Shuumi Land Tax.

If you live elsewhere, please consider spending some time searching out the indigenous organizations nearest you (and the places you love) to support.

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