To the End
Beth Downing Beth Downing

To the End

The faltering ones – with pinched eyes and grimacing mouths – made me pick up the chant. “All the way,” I found myself repeating.

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Shapes
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Shapes

The sun that I watched gently remove itself from the last day of the year, it’s light being lifted and set down by each of those almost-triangular waves.

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Separate, Separate
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Separate, Separate

We all stand on that line - the marker between what we were and what we will be. Heads swiveling to either side, wondering whether to pull ourselves apart or be pushed.

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To the Dark
Beth Downing Beth Downing

To the Dark

After a quarter mile I turned off my headlamp. It felt like the right way to invite the winter solstice in.

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