Caelan Rowan McCuen
An old poem about the loss of a sibling.
A poem to call one back to beauty.
Our sacred stories tell us the truths we believe about ourselves, the ones that feel like freedom and lightness of heart. They are the ones we miss when we have lost touch with them.
A poem about the ongoing pain of dysphoria.
A poem of passion for the beauty of the world.
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