* A poem by Mary Oliver The shared poem was full wrapped with meaning. Opening it was just the beginning needing rereading. It would be nice with margin notes ribboned with remarks. But the present wasn’t ready for proper receiving. “I’ll punch little holes in it; then you can haveContinue reading “The Gift*”
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