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Making Amends

Making Amends

Black plastic billows in the breeze,
a hungry ghost ravelling string fingers around
mangrove twigs and tendrils that reach, beseechingly, across the water.

The Healing Season

The Healing Season

Three times we tap and I repeat her statements as she adjusts them slightly each time. Then I close my eyes and take two deep breaths, noticing what I’m feeling in my body as I exhale.