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I waited for you
In the azaleas
That one spring.
The air began to sigh and pace.
I decided to begin --
How to know?
I have finished the lemonade now
And the cherries are almost gone too.
I'm afraid only the pits are left.
You have missed
All the sweet things.
(How could you?)
"One has only learnt to get the better of words... And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling, Undisciplined squads of emotion... But for us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business." -- T.S. Eliot
Uncovering wholeness.
Reflections and analysis on connections between feminism, agrarianism, postcolonialism, and climate justice.
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