Hope Mourns the Sparrow
We want to see our own dreams come to pass even if they don’t sync with the whispers of the divine.
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Trappings of Junk
A plastic bag is stuck in my elm tree. It’s too high for me to reach it, and I’m way past the days when I shinnied up the bark of my favorite tree and journaled while talking to the birds. I’m not climbing up there to pull it down. I don’t know how to get …