Stories are a gift that keep on giving
Truths we learn and unlearn
Places we find ourselves to escape what’s broken
The spark in our very souls
I’ve danced with words all my life
They’ve woven themselves into every moment
Curiosities and a pane glass shifted
So I could see what I couldn’t before
Christmas I’ve been gifted the binding of words
That wait for me on dusted shelves
To invite me at the table of brand new existences
To inspire tears, laughter, anger, and wonder
Whenever I’m inspired to open them up
Every Christmas these portals are gifts given
And this is my appreciation for all that will come
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