Back then, reading books everyone was reading: Rand,
Gibran, Hesse — imagining perfection, imagining that
misunderstood idealism…
Read the whole poem here. I’ve created a new home for this story and all its unequal parts, so it will be a lot easier to read and catch up on previous posts. Will post links here or you could follow the new blog/subscribe via email.
Posted over on the other blog, but I enjoyed this piece, especially the opening and ending stanzas
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Thank you – saw the comment on the new blog as well. Much appreciated!
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