In a rejection of processing recent horrors, my mind has been visiting other lands. I float away— thoughts and ears muffled even as shocks ring through. 

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After titling the piece, I serendipitously encountered Maya Angelou's poem Woman Work:

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"Storm, blow me from here

With your fiercest wind

Let me float across the sky

'Til I can rest again."

- June 2020