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“Come knowing I'll give you my word
That if you fall in the forest when there's no one around
I will be there before you land
Come be everything you are, my love
Come love this world, come hate it too
Come undone, come falling apart
Come every age you have ever been
Come tantrum in the grocery store
Come screaming for what's sweet
Come willing to spill
Willing to stay in the windows of the angry church
Come nervous-brave
Come tender as the trees, forgiving the books for asking to be made”
An excerpt from Good Light by Andrea Gibson
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