Sometimes

Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest   breathing like the ones in the old stories   who could cross a shimmering bed of dry leaves without a sound,   you come to a place whose only task   is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests   conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere.   Requests to stop what you are doing right now, and   to stop what you are becoming while you do it,   questions that can make or unmake a life,   questions that have patiently waited for […]

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