And suddenly
\nAs Lot’s wife
\nTurned into salt
\nI meet my own drought
\nOf words, of images,
\nOf ecstatic utterance
\nAnd settle into
\nThe calm of a Saturday evening
\nWith ambient music
\nAnd one good book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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