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  • Gary Hunter

Source Point - Dec. 7, 2020

when I struggle to understand

I’ll log my life backwards

follow previous footsteps

often on paths ever rockier

growing in elevation

difficult to track at sunset

blind in the night

I depend on signs

a stir of leaves

an up-welling pool

the moon pointing

at a crack in the darkness

if I’m on the right path

I always get that inkling

no turning back now


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