
The field
You won’t find it in an exotic marketbehind a secret beaded curtain,not on the last hundred metersof the mountain finally conquered.You won’t achieve it after a long struggle.It will come to you, unbidden, lightly masked.You’ll stumble upon it on a sidewalk.It will blossom in a small, unremarkable place.It will be tiny, like yeast, and change everything.A friend’s glance, a stranger’s comment.A sudden sunrise of forgiveness, the shadowof a companion when you thought you were alone.A portal no greater than a bee on a floweropens to an entire world inside this…
The skinny
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