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A Lesson In Strawberries
I was a young girl, about 12. It was our first summer on The Farm and it was a hard one. But it also was filled with good food straight from the warm earth. My mother had a talent for growing things in the city, despite its polluted air that even 70 years ago people…
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CROESUS, MY COUNTRY
Croesus stumbled and laid back a war torn skin for public autopsy. With bruises bested by emotional welts too deep to be visible, he wept. In the eye of the cyclone, the earth's erratic heartbeat was his heart; the blood drenching the soil was his blood and the screams of the mothers came from his…
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For Love’s Sake
What we create are memories. Not only for ourselves but for others. What we think we are doing and creating, to another within their frame of reference, is an altogether different thing. For ourselves we may be enriching our experience. For the Other, we are oftentimes teaching something of great value. Or simply giving them…