Unclasped

Bridget Webber
Nov 8 · 2 min read

A poem

Each mellow leaf a memory to wash with life’s tide, to stream on unknown shores where the flow drifts.

And yet, we hold the crumpled skeletons as they turn to dust.

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Bridget Webber

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I write about wellbeing and emotional intelligence, laced with personal insights, humor, poetry, and anecdotes.

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