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January 11, 2015

With her love of fashion, fun, handsome men and humanitarianism, I’ve often wondered if I could have been Audrey Hepburn in another life. But what most endears me to her is her quote: “I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it.” What is so apparent to me in these words is a quiet desperation, desperation with which most naturally affectionate people immediately relate.

People who know me would describe me as very warm and affectionate, bordering on mushy. I’m a hugger. A kisser. A lover. A giver of warm words and gifts. It bubbles out of me almost constantly, like a well with a deep-seeded spring of passion. I don’t have to try; it just happens, and I adore when all of those things are given to me in return.

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January 11, 2015


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The moon arrives each afternoon

no sooner than it left, it seems…

The hours of weakened sunlight zoom by

as if being chased by

some great winter beast.

The rays hide to the south,

lurking behind storms and clouds…

All the earth

begins to still and slide into rest,

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January 11, 2015


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It is breaking through -

New grass in a spring pasture

Working to find cracks

    and holes

In which to reach for sunlight.

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