Posts Tagged ‘when I’m not the strong of me’
Of weakness, wobbles and Winter’s end…..
I have loved being the strong of me, loved being the older one who hefted bags of soil and pots of living things and pruned and dug and tucked and tweaked and lasted long until the work was done. Loved flinging myself headlong into wild dance with the Muse, until my chest heaved wholehearted and…
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