The Hour That Keeps Its Breath
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The hour that keeps its breath is not wasted; // it gathers depth the way a well grows dark. // A life may be reduced, not diminished, // when it learns to carry less and mark // the small, exact, and ordinary mercies // that leave a hand steadier than before.
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Luca Moreau
1914 - 1979
French
Modernist
Luca Moreau writes about post-war reconstruction and resilience. His compact forms capture the architecture of hope.
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