postcard from the mountains: a collection of poetry and prose

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We grow lonelyliving among thingsThe squeaking doorThe loose doorknobsThe ticking clockThe cracked wallsAnd peeling paintEverything we feel is already feltEverything we write has already been writtenEverything we see has already been seenIn midst of everything and nothingWe tend to look for somethingThat comforts usA hug to calmA shoulder to leanA heart to healA soul to unifyAnd a smile to assure us that we aren't aloneI hope this book does the same for you.