THE NARRATIVE ARC
An Ode To Mary Oliver, Wild Geese, And What We Love
On letting the soft animal of your body love what it loves
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5 min readMar 26, 2024
Pretty paper can’t hide what hands know. Holding the gift, I smile, knowing it’s a painting. But I don’t know of what, so I peel away wrapping paper. Slowly, because I love how it builds the anticipation. To see inside.
