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  1. DoriaJune 30, 2024 at 10:18 PM

    "Out of the loud, the proud, and the overly bound - my rest is serenely found" - WOW - this is such a deep piece, KarenElaine (no pun intended) :) I love all the imagery and I feel like I'm there, in the deep where "you can spread all the way out to take up some space in the world" - love that! I love the metaphors of your writing!

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