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I almost moved to the coast,

shrouded in roaring ports.

Where time traversed slower,

trees pooling their early-vibrancy

as memories come and passed.

I almost moved the fireflies

from their hometown in twilight-dew,

a flicker of light caught by few.

I almost moved mountains and rivers

and storm-clouds and constellations,

but that chance was taken too soon.

I almost moved; again, again, again.

Such as the birds, their migrating call

echoing from north to south perpetually.

My footprints are bound in the earth—

fossilized in quartz mines, ridged like

the ocean surf for the world to witness.

For the world to witness.

This was written by our contributing writer, Claire Kroening.