Poetry Night: Thoughts from Yugto

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i. When you sit really close to the front of the room, you can see people’s hands tremble as they perform. You see the way they steel themselves before they step up to the microphone, hear the subtle dips in faltering voices. You catch these glimpses of actual human beings, mustering up the courage to tell a room what their story is. Continue reading “Poetry Night: Thoughts from Yugto”