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What a lovely piece of writing 🧡

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I've copied out a little piece into my 'special' book, I hope you don't mind...

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I don't mind at all. I'm glad it meant something to you.

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'let us carry seeds in our pockets to sow as we walk...' 🧡

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sending love at a disquieting time

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Thank you, Jan. I needed that today.

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Your poem is beautiful Robin. You and all the other transgender people are in my thoughts during this time of intolerance and ignorance. I'm so glad to have you as a friend.

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I am so glad to have you as a friend, too, Charlotte. Big hugs for you.

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Right back at you Robin.

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Beautiful poem! Blessings, ~Wendy💜

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This captures really well the feelings I often have walking in the woods. I often say to the trees, "you don't care who's trans, and I love you for it." I love them and all the other non-human kin for their quiet acceptance, but I also envy them for not having to worry about it. Thank you for your poetic expression of this time of low light & root chilling cold, this time of disquiet.

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Keith, I think trees have so much to teach us about letting go, holding still, and enduring. I'm glad you feel that connection to them as well.

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Lovely!

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So beautiful. Hugs.

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Thanks, D.C. <3

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Love the poem and the picture of the dogwood. I have two and I love the bare red branches.

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Thank you, Kay-El. I love them, too. It’s nice to have some color this time of year.

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Beautiful.

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Thanks, Jacqui. <3

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