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I am a nomad, a resident of the realm of stories. My own stories, and those of travelers I meet on a path, unknown. Stories fashioned from the chaos of memory. Stories a little bit true, a little bit false, and the rest just made up. Only inside our stories, in what is said, and unsaid, do we discover the light and shadow of that worth touching, of all that is human ~ zachary jack marcus

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

First Light Thought

If wild goats
stroll over loose rock
with ease and delight
without sliding from the mountain precipice

thinnest veil between life and death

so can I

~ zjm
Posted by Zachary Jack Marcus at 8:06 PM
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