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  • June 21, 2010

    Separation.

    posted by recursive

    Sometimes it seems life depends upon this.
    Unraveling DNA to make new copies.
    The splitting of a cell to produce daughter cells.
    A scalpel to the skin to drain an abscess.
    The removal of an inflamed organ to stave off further infection.

    Each day in some way I face letting go.
    I have met people who are better at it than I.
    I feel as though I must decide if this is a skill I'd like to acquire.

    Letting go.
    Separating.
    Keeping the lines clear and uncrossed.
    Distance.
    Confinement.
    Space.
    Separation.

    But if by doing so, I wonder, what remains intact?

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