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Outside and in, new glimmers. Amid the constancy of dawning, I am Time, Time is in me, frisking wildly on my skin and in my bones: This rising day and I, biologies of renaissance, renaissances of eudaimonic light.
Linda J Kohler
Roman Newell
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This last stanza was absolutely delightful.
Busy working on my novel, 20xx. I also talk about the writing journey on Substack. romannewell.substack.com.
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