You Can Listen Here The teacher standing before the young knows their faces never change. Year by year they ache and dream the same desires — for wandering love to visit — for their ferocity to be settled and released — to please go; no please stay. They awaken to the searing happiness of all their senses all at once — precarious as a cataract of fresh-poured bronze. For years I stood and marked thousands who grew into weighing what they would make and become. […]
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