childhood
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I’m sad about it too, my dear,and I promise you in this poem there will beno dead squirrels on the road. In here you’ll see them leapinghappily from tree to tree. And look —a turtle in the middleof that road is going to make it to the greenon the other side. Drivers are stopping their… Read more
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When I got thereI put my boy-sized suitcaseon the bed, opened it and saw my socks, shirts,& underwear neatly folded. It came to me in a rushthat this is what love looks like— care given to small tasks. Read more
