Harbor

Robin Holland | The Refinery
Jun 9
1 min read

Harbor.

I can't leave that word alone.

I don't think I want to use it.

Yet it keeps showing up.

I looked up recognize.

I looked up reconnoitre.

I looked up harbor.

Why am I circling this thing?

I don't know yet.

Harbor keeps showing up.

I'll keep watching.

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