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  • Fe Robinson

On not knowing...

Tentatively I dip my toe into the river of unknowing.

Innocently I feel for the rhythms of a transformation under-towing.

Wantonly I open and I open like a seed that’s ripe for sowing.

Somehow I taste the freedom and relief that I don’t know who I am and I don’t know where I’m going.



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