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I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Writing
Air
Listening
Silence
Heal
Practice
Chaos
Write
Carry
Remember
Connected
Feel
Heavy
Feels
Weight

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