Poetry is speaking sincerely without necessarily speaking literally.
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#memory
cute little girl outside the yard called out "hi!" to me. "How are you?" she calls again. "I am dong well thank you very much! How are you?"
I asked her if she wanted to come and pick some flowers. (I was harvesting some from our yellow bush to make jewelry). On her papa's shoulders, she came over. They seem like such a wonderful family, I wish I was wearing my glasses to have seen them more clearly.
It was the most wholesome and sweet interaction I've had since the start of the pandemic. I wish the very best for them.
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#memory (May 2)
Working with Q, Ray Ray, and T&J. Was exactly what I needed.
They are all leaders. It's something very special, and this was a day I won't forget.
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In a dream we (friends and family) were part of a team of superheroes. My superpower was a milk telekinesis; not able to pick things up with my mind, but create a level of influence or resistance to slow things down or speed them up. It worked with these blue nebula-like things in my hands, that I more or less threw where I needed it to act upon.
Blue isn't my favourite colour, but I'm very happy with it and there was something very nice about it coming up in the dream instead of consciously choosing a superhero colour. What superheroes ever choose the colours their powers show up as anyway?
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