Poetry seems to me a the language best suited to the tumbling images, sensations and emotions of trauma where none of the vividness makes logical or chronologic sense.
Just sending you a hug and a hello.

I wish I didn’t get all “Doctor Suess” when I tried to poetry…

Because this seems like a very clear truth to me.

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