An outstanding poem, , and this line, to me, is the soul of it.

If we don’t stay in touch with the may-bes, we lose our stories, have nothing to tell, stagnant, decline, die.

Not so much a wish or a dream but a belief there is something else around the corner, down the street, in the next town. That’s what keeps us going.

Thank you for this; it gave me much to ponder.

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I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.

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