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When the Ground Has Moved
Grief and The Body Dear gorgeous people, Lately, I've been feeling into the ways grief and loss can disorient our relationship to ourselves, time, and the world around us. How do we find safety again, when the ground has moved? Sickle Moon The place you used to lay has been carved out of my front-body Like an empty moon Grief is like a sickle Cutting me down to the barest dry and exposed my fruit harvested away by that unknowable sweepin
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