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am thankful
for the spaces –
tender places
call me home –
to paths beyond my seeking
didn’t need a map
to know
where you were
e’er you wanted love from me
as grace prepared
another life
another time to be
a pause
within the aching
hands to fit just so
tell me where the story
was gone wrong –
take me back
take me
where the river crowds
the trees –
wait for me a map
draw your memory
to me

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