Advent 13

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UNSAID – poem by Dana Gioia

So much of what we live goes on inside the diaries of grief,

the tongue-tied aches of unacknowledged love are no less real for having passed unsaid.

What we conceal is always more than what we confide.

think of the letters we write our dead.

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