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Jess Lambert's avatar

I met you on a steam train in Scotland. You glowed, vivid and hot, like coals on a fire not long gone out, but on the verge of burning again if nudged, if given more air, and burn you did when I saw you again in a tiny shop, where we were all drenched from the rain, looking at Harry Potter merchandise and finding warmth. You handed me your haiku from that day, I presume written on that train, sitting with your wife to be, your family, your friends. A stray spark from your embers fell on my skin when you gave me that piece of paper, reminding me that the universe shows us what we need to see when the world feels like it is shifting under our feet, when we need a signal, a sign, that things will be ok.

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Nikki's avatar

You are that warm cup of tea that is sorely needed not only after a cold day, but a cold life. Most people cannot bear to have their aches exposed to others. Most people if they could bear that ache cannot fathom how to articulate their heart’s cries. You are the writer, the poet, the miracle maker that gives words to those hurting, cold souls to warm them up and make them take sips of vulnerability. Through your simple, yet dazzling expressions, haikus, musings, you help the world see that is is more than okay to take off their armor. You teach the people that vulnerability is not only much needed, it is the key to all the rusted locks. Cheers with pinkies held as high as the tea cups, to you.

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