again the circle's drawing near to full frail shrunken withered being lying there within herself first felt the fetal pull as one we were till birthed in light and air
and now my turn to feed the one who fed and now my turn to lift who first held me and now my turn to lead the one's who led as spiral time and life as needs-must be
Michael in Brooklyn
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anything which does not kill me makes me stronger
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