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We ran for the running,
chased nothing,
won joy.
Grass-stained knees
Popsicle tongues
Palms full of gravel
and glory.
I was
a mom-shaped kid—
barefoot, loud,
rebecome.
And you—
you laughed
like you’d never stop.
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Amanda Růžičková 53 Articles
Poet in Prague, Midwest-born, fluent in reinvention. Living with stage IV lung cancer and too many unread books. Writing with love and uncertainty—chasing meaning and the everyday beauty that survives
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