βYou are not a troubled guest on this earth,β says the poet David Whyte β¦ and I breathe in sharply, like I have needed to hear these words all my life.
Not a troubled guest.
Not even a guest. A resident, like every other person. And likely not any more troubled than the next person and likelyβ¦
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