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I think whatever it was is passing...
Blue skies ahead?

Happy summer solstice, y'all...

You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert repeating
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

-Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

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Bleeker Street Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank ( Read more... )

... the sweet sea, mother of loves and hours ( Read more... )

What Are Years? What is our innocence ( Read more... )

Mischief is sick again. This is the third time in twice as many weeks, all since starting preschool. Mouth got kicked in the face this week at school. There are papers to grade and classes to teach. House to clean and children to worry about. But -

the sun is shining. A soft rippling breeze... mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots ( Read more... )

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