I stood on the precipice and wonderedIf I might,In my own small way,Take flight.I looked at what was beforeMe, thenDown.And now,There is onlyOut –And next,There
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Nine – Loss
We shall never pass this way againAnd I feel the lossAs grief. By Emma Hynes This image and story are part of a project I have
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Eight – Pride
I imagine the most vulnerable part of a birdIs beneath its wing;The one place hidden when perched.When I think of howTheir flight dependsOn its exposure,I
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Seven – Joy
I look at this photograph, and I see joy –That it is possible to raise your armsIn found sunlightAnd feel glad;Despite low tide,And the loss
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Six – Fulfilment
Which doors that others have passed through have you closed off for yourself?As I ask, I wonder; is this question for me, or you, or
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Five – Sometimes the Heart Soars
Sometimes the heart soars, and there is not a bird to rival it.Up, up, up it goesTo nothingnessAnd everything.And isn’t it light of feeling,With no
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