All the running in my head comes to a halt. I'm allowed to stop and rest for a moment. I step out and look onto the field, Dry grass illuminated in a warm glow, The kind scent of cedar wood. Cheeks kissed by the sunset, No need to think, Just enjoy now. Now breathe Again.
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The editors enjoyed the way Beatrice Walker's poem focused us in on one moment, which is captured by the photograph, but also alive in the speaker's mind.