On not knowing...
Fe Robinson
Apr 26, 2020
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Tentatively I dip my toe into the river of unknowing.
Innocently I feel for the rhythms of a transformation under-towing.
Wantonly I open and I open like a seed that’s ripe for sowing.
Somehow I taste the freedom and relief that I don’t know who I am and I don’t know where I’m going.
Anon
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