The gate is open and I wander in, in a way I no longer can at a garden elsewhere that used to be close to my heart that is now closed to those who don’t belong. I don’t belong.
I am looking for open gates now. Open doors. Open arms. Open hearts. Open paths to possibilities. Open minds about what’s next.
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