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How do I begin to write poetry, when I’m far from the brink of despair?
I keep getting almost hit by cars. I feel like I should lead with that.
I used to have a sort of anxiety about crossing the street (which I once wrote a fair amount about, but failed to publish). However, a few weeks ago, I…
“Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.”