I play tricks with leaves outside my window. I trick them into being what I want them to be and when they’ve finally made me realize they’ll only be what they are I see them turn over for the wind- While I climb into myself looking for the same things I’ve always looked for. At times I find what I’m looking for and promise to remember, but I forget and need to start all over again with new leaves, on new days with sun pouring, or rain landing outside on the dirt below- I can stand here by myself, or I can fly outside with all of them, as long as I at least look out the window and trick myself into something I can be.
-M. Taggart
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Wow. This is f-ing perfect. Absolutely marvelously perfect.
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Thanks Tara. Let’s go have a bit of whiskey.
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Right?!!!
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This is so moving – really beautiful
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Thank you. Good morning
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Good morning 😊
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