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Post numero uno.

Why wait til the next clean week

the next clean month

the next clean year to begin?

When cleanliness and clarity arrives like a package in the post

Sometimes dead on time

Sometimes between the hours of 9 and 12

Sometimes lost in transit

Fickle, beautiful life

It’s about living right now

Working on creating the consistency of showing up so the magic can flow

This poem is titled ‘Martes’ but a reminder for the everyday. 

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