Speakinsmoke

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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“ There is magic in decay.
A dance to be done
For the rotting, ”

—    Dan Chelotti, from “Compost,” Poetry (June 2014)

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