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Though you can barely hear them, They swell up inside of me, and thus Cannot be left to not go Into some corner of the world To pulse, to reverberate, to echo, To he heard. My words, my breath, my noise.
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In this episode I briefly discuss the concept of youthful innocence and growing up and how both seasons are faced with an opportunity and an invitation to wander and of what that can look like for us today.
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