What Can’t Be Taken
Trauma was not being
able to get the hands
of the clock off me.
Healing was learning
no one has ever laid a fingerprint
on the part of me that's infinite.
This article is part of Issue #11
Coexistance/ Regeneration / Inclusion
In this issue of Where the Leaves Fall, contributors from across the globe explore these themes through their words, art and photography.
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