How We Fade

Mike R. Christie

Apr 1, 2023

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A poem born from a struggling client, a dead bird, and the confluence of varying roles making meaning of a life

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Winifred Chapin Young

Apr 1, 2023

Your poems are getting richer, deeper and more layered. You must be getting older…I found out it can’t be helped.

Winnie

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This is a wonderful compliment. Thanks Winnie :)

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How We Fade