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Once

A Maguire
1 min readOct 16, 2019

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Danced once, through sunlight’s brilliance, through rainbows and bejeweled silken webs, through moon’s cool beams and dappling pewter pockets of light and dark.

Ran once, with fierce intent, boundless strength and unlimited generosity, all welcome, all loved, arms wrapped around a world.

Walked once, to others’ pace, slow and steady, waiting, giving, wanting, bleeding, crying all muffled and silenced in small black spaces, don’t worry or grieve for what is no longer.

The rest is drowned in the ache of loneliness, in silence and cold that won’t be shed. Voices distant, or strident in presumption, intrude, retreat, ask, ask not, disappear, the rents and fissures left unfilled.

The steps lead downward.

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A Maguire
A Maguire

Written by A Maguire

Writer, dreamer, developmental editor, book coach, farmer and mother.

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