The words refuse me,
Stuck in fear of counting eggs
Unhatched chickens still.
I know we have experienced professionals ready to pounce. I also know how many more will die in this strange war. There is no middle ground between lie and truth, between what really is and what the violent and stupid want to create.
And that the world is full of suffering, whatever happens.
We hold each other, talk to friends online, bemoan our cats' complete ineptitude with jigsaw puzzles (Zeppo has hidden one piece, Eleanor has contributed a fair amount of fur), and keep on.
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Good poem.
Sending hugs ((0))
We are keeping our heads down, wishing that others were not so selfish
Ooh Mucha puzzle for the win!
This summer, a good friend had this Mucha tattooed on her left arm from elbow to shoulder. Looks pretty good on her!
our we beastie turns up his wee nose at cheese (to the endless chagrin of my partner whose dogs used to love cheese... and also - WHO DOES NOT LOVE CHEESE???) but he will climb many a mountain to have a bite of jello, or watermelon, or plum. oddball, that one. we kind of like him for the most part.
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