poems are small moments of enlightenment — Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
poems are small moments of enlightenment — Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
poems are small moments of enlightenment — Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
poems are small moments of enlightenment — Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
poems are small moments of enlightenment — Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
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poems are small moments of enlightenment

— Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
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