begin to smoulder,
in the darkness
Verg sensual. The pace of the peace lent me into the moment. I felt something here.
Sparks, not always visible, but ever tactile.
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Shawn Bird is a high school English teacher, poet, and YA author in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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