September  Posted by meg
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even the threadbare places

It’s good when the dream has room to keep growing.
And when you can see how it’s woven together.
Even the threadbare places belong here.

It’s good to have been the girl singing her heart out on the subway platform.
It’s good now to be the schoolgirl on the train.
Each experience deepened by the other.
And by the twelve rugged years that have braided them together.

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