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Thanks to @librofm for sharing with me an ALC of The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón, which I finally got to pick up. There’s something very Mary Oliver-esque in Limón’s reflections about our connection to all things, and I really enjoyed this collection as a result. I found myself coming back to her poem “I Have Wanted Clarity in Light of My Lack of Light,” turning over “etches in the night’s edges” in my mind, rewinding to hear “Lose my number, sadness. Lose my address, my storm door, my skull. Am I stronger or weaker than when the year began?” Her poems blend together reflections on nature, family, history, and her own life in a way that belies the skill needed to pull it off. I know I will be returning to this collection again and again. 📸1: I’m holding up a kindle displaying the ebook cover of The Hurting Kind with one hand. 📸2: A screenshot of a tumblr post quoting “I Have Wanted Clarity in Light of My Lack of Light” via Instagram https://instagr.am/p/DBgf1-7RTnP/