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alyssa
is on page 13 of 73
“Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring—
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.”
— Jul 27, 2025 08:01PM
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring—
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.”
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alyssa
is on page 53 of 73
“Because
I need you, you appear to me, not
often, however. I live essentially
in darkness. You are perhaps training me to
be
responsive to the slightest brightening.”
— Aug 05, 2025 08:45PM
I need you, you appear to me, not
often, however. I live essentially
in darkness. You are perhaps training me to
be
responsive to the slightest brightening.”
alyssa
is on page 11 of 73
“I didn’t know my voice
if one were given me
would be so full of grief, my sentences
like cries strung together.
I didn’t even know I felt grief
until that word came, until I felt
rain streaming from me.”
— Jul 27, 2025 07:57PM
if one were given me
would be so full of grief, my sentences
like cries strung together.
I didn’t even know I felt grief
until that word came, until I felt
rain streaming from me.”
alyssa
is on page 9 of 73
“I make another case—being depressed, yes, but in a sense passionately
attached to the living tree, my body
actually curled in the split trunk, almost at peace, in the evening rain
almost able to feel
sap frothing and rising”
— Jul 14, 2025 06:40PM
attached to the living tree, my body
actually curled in the split trunk, almost at peace, in the evening rain
almost able to feel
sap frothing and rising”
