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This is not a newsletter.
There is no schedule,
no call to action,
no bright light.

Only story,
when it wants to speak.
Only myth,
when it stirs from the dark.

I send these as offerings—
fragments, dreams,
poems that haven't hardened into shape.
Sometimes a memory.
Sometimes a thread to hold.

If you wish to receive them,
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