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The sky is up above the roof
So blue, so calm
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Verlaine (written while in prison)
the sky is waiting to be touched by a hand
of fabulous childhood...
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E. Vandercamem
Solitude, my mother, tell me my life again.
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O.V.de Milosz
I am mid-week of the second week of a liquid cleansing fast.
Adding freshly juiced fruits and vegies to the mix yesterday made as if I drank a Starbucks mocha sugar drink plus cookies. Whoo hoo.
My beagle keeps looking at me as if to say
"But where's the Beef momma, where's the beef !"
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After a few days of silence, my husband forbidden to speak too, a certain tenderness pervades the house.
Most language used for daily life, absent, creates tangible space.
On the third day I felt like whistling, so I did.
Words came out of me later that night in the kitchen, I felt them bounce against the cabinets the counter and my husband's face. They came back at me as energy, and I knew--
words as power.
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Today is the 90 years since women were given the right to vote.
I say, Vote for yourself.
Always vote for yourself, you know how you want the world.
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Joan Armatrading "there's more beauty in you than anyone"
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Peace to all who enter here.
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