Peace

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This evening, as it was moving into dusk, I saw Mama Mama and Grandma Grandma browsing behind our home. I went to the refrigerator and found the wrinkled apple, past its prime that I had noticed yesterday. I took a knife sliced…
Symbolic image representing connection with nature

MamaMama

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I don’t want to cry. But grief is a wrap. It is a place. It is a time. And there is much to grieve now.
Stumpy the unicorn fawn eating an apple

Stumpy, the Unicorn Fawn

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Today I Buried Stumpy (June 2021) My tears fall like glass. They pile up and cut me. I flounder through them as they slash my flesh. The warm healing water has not yet arrived. My tears are not a salve. They do not soothe. I ache. I ache for…