You have come to the shore.
There are no instructions. —Denise Levertov
Imagine this spine is two inches long; imagine it is enormous. Imagine that you have no idea where it came from; why it is here. Imagine that you turn to get back into the vessel in which you arrived and the boat is gone. The river is gone. There is nothing but the shore.
Write from that place of fragile knowing. Write from Now.
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