Or Origami
and paper cranes imagine them many coloured and delicate emerging out of folds but // as we die we shrink folding into ourselves our shapes becoming empty I want to ask “Sadako, was it always like that?"
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Or Origami
and paper cranes imagine them many coloured and delicate emerging out of folds but // as we die we shrink folding into ourselves our shapes becoming empty I want to ask “Sadako, was it always like that?"
Out of the Cave 
I didn’t know anything aabout Sadako until I looked it up on Giggle, so thanks for the education. i thought I was reading a poem about Sudoku! 🤣
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ha ha. we had a little book called Sadako and the Thousand paper cranes when I was a child. It’s a beautiful story.
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Yes, i found it enchanting! 👍
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Nice. We do retreat, but into our minds. Happened to me after the stroke. Recovery is basically re-expansion.
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Yes. I only realised was in a mind fog last year when I started coming out of it.
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It’s very weird. At no time did I ever feel spaced out, yet I can look at myself and think “Jeez, how did I manage a year ago?”
So, I wonder what I’ll think this time next year?
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This paper crane really dug this work, Worms. Thanks.
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Thanks, Ron..
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I love you use of origami as a metaphor here. And I wish I was good at origami. What some people can do just by folding paper is amazing.
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Thanks, Bob. Yes. Origami is amazing,
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I didn’t know Sadako either. This is a wonderful poem!
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Thanks!
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“we shrink
folding into ourselves
our shapes
becoming empty”
Amazing analogy
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Thank you Debi. ❤
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