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Originally published Tuesday, 23 July 2019.

It is the surface that can’t be
trusted, a crust frail and tenuous.

It won’t hold me; I fall right through
though want it to be strong. Yet deeper,

deeper still is where the real lives,
the holding of love that holds me too.

And falling through, though fraught with
fear, is the only sure ground that saves.

-jennifer j. camp

Watercolor digital image in mauve, pink, and vanilla cream white under handwritten text by Jennifer J. Camp

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