"Because finally the personal
is all that matters,
we spend years describing stones,
chairs, abandoned farm houses-
until we're ready. Always
it's a matter of precision,
what it feels like
to kiss someone or to walk
out the door. How good it was
to practice on stones
which were things we could love
without weeping over."
~Stephen Dunn, Essay on the Personal
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