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I have lied to the beginning of summer
about my intentions
I have become what the solstice sky
had warned me never to love
but to merely observe with an open heart
and now pieces of me are turning
blue around the edges
from the cold,
from the missed opportunity of
throwing my soul through the narrow gap
between the ephemeral light and
its immortal calling
because I was busy drawing blueprints
for a magnificence that might
encompass a season that is
both effervescent and untamed
and a passion
that can easily climb over walls.

“Sunset Muse” by photographer Sonya Khegay


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