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Half your roots lie here, my love, on this estate with its broken glass and deprivation, boarded-up pubs and burnt-out cars, but the most beautiful gardens you ever did see, scaled-down paradises of dahlias and lilacs, a magic now lost and never quite recreated. Half your roots lie here, my…

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Woods darken with afterglow. The earth Is blackened with a wolf-scent, imperceptible As the sense of dawn in the dark of night, Or the glittering of the north star pulled From the unnumbered constellations. Here, now, at a screen, it's hard to remember That you know all this, but you don’t. Somewhere the genes code for firelight And…

And perceptions — Whether right or whether wrong Or somewhere in between Perceptions ride and guide my life. Whichever way I lean. Limited by the ability And awareness of the senses Perceiving life in such a way That is fair and free of the pretences. A trip I take to heaven On a…

Climate change “What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?” — Henry David Thoreau A Twittle Trees with swaying branches intertwined roots into compact cordate holding the earth intact To combat climate change My conversation with a Tree. Tree: I…

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What if soul contracts are true? — A soul contract is an agreement you make before birth, detailing your choices, life events and experiences, in an effort to have spiritual growth. YourTango When we are drowning, no one wants to watch the lifeboat divert course while the stars sing everything happens for a reason But what if everything…