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Photo of a book page, numbered 270. Title: "To Be Alive". Poem: "To be alive: not just the carcass / But the spark. / That's crudely put, but… // If we're not supposed to dance, / Why all this music?" Signed "GREGORY ORR".

To Be Alive: Gregory Orr on Spark and Dance

A short Gregory Orr poem, "To Be Alive," asks why we have music if we aren't meant to dance, a quiet reminder to keep your spark past the daily grind.

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Photo of a book page, numbered 270. Title: "To Be Alive". Poem: "To be alive: not just the carcass / But the spark. / That's crudely put, but… // If we're not supposed to dance, / Why all this music?" Signed "GREGORY ORR".

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