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It is easy to harp,
Harder to hope.


This truth, like the white-blown sky,
Can only be felt in its entirety or not at all.
The glorious was not made to be piecemeal.
Despite being drenched with dread,
This dark girl still dreams.
We smile like a sun that is never shunted.


Grief, when it goes, does so softly,
Like the exit of that breath
We just realized we clutched.


Since the world is round,
There is no way to walk away
From each other, for even then
We are coming back together.


Some distances, if allowed to grow,
Are merely the greatest proximities.

Written by Amanda Gorman

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