It’s love, in the end, that we learn, learning also it isn’t ours. Inexplicably, unsummoned, the world rises to fill its own emptiness. We feel it reaching through us—a voice, a hand, a greenness not our own— and are buoyed up momentarily, amazed, before we find our feet again, or drown.


sparks! is curated by Al Etmanski

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