Day 307: Aim
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what do you set your sights on,
my love?
to what end to you travel?
would you have us braided, blessed
or burnt-frayed and unraveled?
i see you spinning ‘round
as i have spun in turn;
if we survive this whirlwind,
our balances be earned.
and then,
while everything
whips around you, still –
and it will
oh, how it will –
take heart.
take care.
take aim.
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