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Maura Coyne

poetry

I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.

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wisdom

Get Dirty: Lessons from the Wildest of Souls.

Find that cliff, stand on it and then fall harder than you ever have. Run to something with wild fear, with fierce love. Run to yourself. Stomp your hooves on the trail, and say No to anything that attempts to bridle your life force fever. Honor your herd for their desperate, steely support and  ...

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