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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

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

I Can See

Not giving a shit 
Is like the defrost option
On your car heater

It miraculously
Unfogs the window

Allowing one to see
Where one is actually headed

~ zjm
Posted by Zachary Jack Marcus at 4:47 PM
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