The Thread
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There is a thread
that runs through all of us—
that runs through all of us—
not visible,
not spoken,
but felt
not spoken,
but felt
the way you feel
a heartbeat
in a quiet room.
a heartbeat
in a quiet room.
We are not separate.
We only learned
to look away
from what connects us.
We only learned
to look away
from what connects us.
The thread holds.
It has always held.
It has always held.
Even when we forgot
it was there.
it was there.
—sh
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