September 24th, 2020

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Poetry Friday: Homesick by Sleeping at Last

You spend your whole life just to remember the sound
When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down

Call it survival, call it the freedom of will
Where breath is our own, our compass needle standing still

- selected lyrics from Homesick by Sleeping at Last

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