I think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another searching for the same light, my mothers laughter in a dark room, a photograph greying under my touch, this is all I know how to do, carry loss around until I begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had.
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Mignotte Mekuria 
I have loved seeing a tiny bit of you and sharing a tiny piece of your Kenya adventure and being introduced to this poet.
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