Stitches: 

We were little threads,
little yarns,
little fibres.

We were sewing each other’s soul,
we tried to make each other whole
by every pluck and stroke,
by a pattern that’s unknown

We threaded away from the challenges.
Fine, long cords that are endless.
But as we did so,
we embroidered ourselves with holes.

– Bernmina Tarnate

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Poems, Writings

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