You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story –
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean, for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.
Mary Oliver, Dogfish

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