The worst was not the fire
Or the long mile that blurred the line between living and dying.
The worst was the pause.
And the realization that the worst had not, in fact, been done.
But was creeping into all our blank spaces and sweet freedom after.
Make us victors of circumstance.
And menders who fight persistent maiming.
Let us grab hold of our present.
And let our existence be for Life
Above the past and all else.
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In this immersion, we will reflect and expand on our personal experiences of identity, using writing exercises and in-depth discussions to think about, challenge, discover, explore, and experiment with different ways to identify ourselves, to consider how those ways connect us to and separate us from others, and how they represent and misrepresent aspects of who we are.
Four sessions, starting June 15th
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