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The gardener

Preserves

More than jam

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🖤🖤🖤

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Absolutely love your poem - my mother's mother was my best friend, and in the house where I grew up, we had many flowers from cuttings of hers.

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Awwww beautiful. I was very close with my nana too. Such a special relationship to have.🖤

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Roots and shoots and the mystery of time. Beautiful, my friend 💛

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Perfectly put - really appreciate it 🖤

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These are lovely, Dick, both the original and your response. How important it is to remember where we came from.

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Aw thanks LeeAnn - yeah, absolutely. Where we come from - both in terms of people, places, and past, this is everything. There is such a focus in Western philosophy and ideology on being "better" than the past, more developed, more evolved, and so on. But I find much more depth in developing connections with the past. It informs us, and shapes us. :-)

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Absolutely. I keep thinking about how certain folks in this country want to rewrite the past as if the horrible thing we've done didn't happen, but they did and they are a part of us too.

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So true LeeAnn - yeah, I was reading about the ways those histories (of women, queer folk, black folk, etc.) are being actively denied by the administration and blocked/banned. It’s a frightening abuse of power. We will remember! We must remember. 🖤

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Howe's Meditation is breathtaking, a whole life in a poem.

And your poem, Dick 🖤 The more cuttings the longer the line.

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