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~ May Davidson










“My attachment to the state is that of a barnacle to a ledge, the pull of the moon to the earth. Maine, because of its singular and profound beauty, is a place of worship without walls. I love it so.”
~ May Davidson


she finds comfort in routine
the ebb and flow
the rhythm
of everyday
even when it’s rough
especially when it’s rough

“i don’t pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning.”
~ Nayyirah Waheed

she once made me a rag doll
with a mop of yellow yarn hair