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“They walk, the drops falling / like punctuation / on their decisions.” A quiet confrontation with truth, where rain doesn’t cleanse—it reveals.
“Like boulders surrendering to time / and mountain streams that through them whet / their bulk to granules of regret…”
A hauntingly cerebral elegy on loneliness, memory, and the footnotes no one reads—where forgotten knowledge becomes the only companion.
A luminous cycle of psalms, grief, and grace—bearing witness to kindness, war, exile, and the fragile pause before flight.