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Category: Conservation
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Still raw from saying goodbye at the beginning of the month, but it's gotten a bit easier to breathe. Been receiving lovely messages from friends wanting us to know the many ways in which you helped them and provided countless good times that'll last as precious memories. I've been going through letters and photographs and…
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Curiosity is no crime. Language barrier? No such thing. But from time to time we wander into uncertain terrain. Let us hope we've crossed paths with an opportunity to learn and make a new friend. The alternative evokes images of a cookfire with a pot of something simmering in need of a good tater or…
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Olympia The Owl wishes one and all a splendid Winter Solstice. Olympia also wants to share she's mad as hell over some scuzzy creature having reached its filthy paws into her letterbox and stealing the seasonal greetings her Aunties sent to her from far beyond the Purple Mountains. She hopes the thief choked on the…
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Happy New Year! Here's what needs some meditation thrown at it: Why is life unfair? I asked a pal to show me the silver lining on a day (yesterday) when one privileged bitch (me) was having a challenging moment (inconsequential office shenanigans.) With disaster smashing the planet, I do not have a right to feel…
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A bromide that sets my teeth on edge is Everything Happens for a Reason. It's insensitive to use that phrase in the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, but it's because of this deadly storm that I'm thinking about why we tell ourselves the things we tell ourselves. If we say a sentence, do we understand the…
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Pepper.Mixed with ink. Throughline – Commuter spills it. Signs.Used to confuse.
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Everything's a movie. Just buy a bloody shirt already. Who needs the song and dance? It's not necessary to make a big production out of a daily (for most folks, anyway) habit. Yes, one should cover her bits. And yes, choosing items for one's wardrobe can be fun. I'm not totally thumbing my nose at…
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April sings us to sleep with her raindrop accompaniment. All is blustery and wild outside while we dream of abundant fields. April laughs at our wistful reverie. She wonders how we could possibly think one day can serve her. One day of remembrance is a mockery. April is budding beauty kept evergreen in poetry and…
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washwithout the waste. Water Swallowed Works The Best. droughtwill notdepart.
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