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When I was a kid, I used to stay up late reading. Every night – generally sometime…
Melissa Dalton-Bradford has written an incredible piece of heartfullness recently on her blog, which we want to share with you all. Her most recent…
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You swallow sorrow
like knives slicing
down to your heart.
I want to gather you,
press the pieces together,
slow the bleeding—
but I fear you like
a wounded animal.