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Let the Night Be Night: “The Stars Do Not Ask Me to Hurry” — Substack Issue #7

The night does not ask for speed — it asks only that you stay. Issue #7 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “The Stars Do Not Ask Me to Hurry,” is Kiana Jimenez writing from the desk in the dark — a reflection on the patience the night teaches, on no longer apologizing for the pace at which a life is lived, and a poem written just for the issue about keeping your place beneath the stars, writing the ache as it is, unadorned, and the hope as it is, unfinished, and letting the night be night.

Its thesis fits in one line: nothing here needs to be mended tonight.

📖 Read it free on Substack: https://poeticbipolarmind.substack.com/p/the-stars-do-not-ask-me-to-hurry

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