Forward

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 FORWARD


But sometimes, if something less

           than the proverbial Aha!, the gift 

is not a final arrival but the arrival


of another compassed by a kindred 

calibration, briefly falling in along-

side you to share a story, a few steps,


and what tattered fragments they

            possess of a map that has kept them

                        company on a particularly dusty stretch of road.

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