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all around us
darkness, and the quiet
of the long night,
words between us
whispers, confessing
secrets of the heart

feelings bloom
like flowers in spring,
fresh from sleep,
opening sweetly
in the warmth of a sun
too long unseen

memories arise
in a rush, a floodtide,
carrying us away,
pulling forward
and tugging back,
taking us out to sea

things once lost
are found again,
still breathing and alive,
buried dreams
emerge, unearthed,
coming back to life

and now a door
stands open, refusing
to be closed again,
now this secret
hangs between us
heavy, yet light as air

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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