Come to the Edge!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

I read this poem for the first time five years ago. I was in a new country speaking a foreign language and terrified. In the years that preceded that event and the years that have followed I have found myself again and again invited nudged and sometimes thrust to the edge. The edge of comfort understanding and ability. Now at this point in my life I find...
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