morning poetry
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Joy can be ordinary enough to serve for breakfast: small, messy, sweet, and gone before you realize you needed it.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Joy can be ordinary enough to serve for breakfast: small, messy, sweet, and gone before you realize you needed it.
Between Bruises & Blooms 