It’s been a long time, but I’m trying to make my way back.
May you have a peaceful holiday.
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peace to you too.
Thanksgiving by Maggie Nelson
Can beauty save us? Yesterday I looked at the river and a sliver of moon and knew the answer;
today I fell asleep in a spot of sun behind a Vermont barn, woke to darkness, a thin whistle of wind
and the answer changed. Inside the barn the boys build bongs out of copper piping, electrical tape, and
jars. All of the children here have leaky brown eyes, and a certain precision of gesture. Even the maple syrup
tastes like liquor. After dinner I sit the cutest little boy on my knee and read him a book about the history of cod
absentmindedly explaining overfishing, the slave trade. People for rum? he asks, incredulously. Yes, I nod. People for rum.
Ah, lovely and wrenching.
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AbsurdBeats 
peace to you too.
Thanksgiving by Maggie Nelson
Can beauty save us? Yesterday
I looked at the river and a sliver
of moon and knew the answer;
today I fell asleep in a spot of sun
behind a Vermont barn, woke to
darkness, a thin whistle of wind
and the answer changed. Inside the barn
the boys build bongs out of
copper piping, electrical tape, and
jars. All of the children here have
leaky brown eyes, and a certain precision
of gesture. Even the maple syrup
tastes like liquor. After dinner
I sit the cutest little boy on my knee
and read him a book about the history of cod
absentmindedly explaining overfishing,
the slave trade. People for rum? he asks,
incredulously. Yes, I nod. People for rum.
Ah, lovely and wrenching.