Opening your find
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Opening your find
There are seasons in life where we spend more time becoming than arriving. come find me lives in one of those seasons. These poems were written in the space between grief and gentlness, certainty and longing, departure and home. They don't ask to be understood all at once. They simply ask to be sat with.
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