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Here’s to the breath. The let go. The close your eyes and jump. The leap of faith. Here’s to the trust.  The years of heart mending. The summers of turbine and treadmill and tater tots. Here’s to hammocks. The suspended in mid-flight. The swimming pools. The coffee-lots and lots of coffee. Here’s to the uphill climb. The hard fight. The easy win. Here’s to the piano- out of tune. The bend and off-center hang of the note. The quake of the echo. The sound crack.  Here’s to the shedding of ashes. The glow of the burn. The glitter of night spark. The embers of the coal. The fissile. The talk fester until dawn. Here’s to the talk. The talk back and talk loud. The talk to occupy space. The talk yourself out of invisible. The weave and spin into being seen and heard and less unforgotten about. Here’s to the braid, the two strand courage crown. The intricate interlocking of ‘this is who I am’ and ‘this is who I have been,’ and ‘this is who I will soon be.’ 

January 3, 2019