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I think in the end I would like this to be
a story about knots loosening (in stomachs, in hands)
and learning the ocean's song
a story about what great courage stillness requires
and maybe a woman who mastered the art of writing a great letter.
I would like this to be
the kind of song you hum to yourself when you walk yourself home from a long day
the kind of song that kept you company in the emptiness
the kind of song that wasn't afraid to have a broken heart.
In the end I would like very much
for this story to read
as less like an epic
and more like a prayer:
"grant me the serenity,"
and
"open my eyes that I may see -"
and then,
"thank you. Thank you. Thanks."