Nov.4
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I was so much more of a romantic when I was younger. I certainly read more poetry back then, something I wish to return to. I thought I would start by revisiting some of my favorite poetry here. I'll start off with a passage from one of Rumi's poems, "An Egypt that Doesn't Exist" In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

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