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Yesterday was very interesting. Yes, it was Thanksgiving day but it would have also been my father's 77th birthday and the first time Thanksgiving day has fallen on his birthday since he passed. So, my... More »
Metta
we weep for the rain to end for the departure of torrents that torment lives we beg for the grey to go for the exit of seemingly endless suffering we reach for a human's touch... More »
Metta
The gift of the city does not travel with deer, nor new birds to learn the names of, or silence at the rising and setting of the sun. It does not come in broad skylines... More »
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