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ИIn The Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver
как будто зовет вернуться к истокам.
Replying to t Oh im sorry my responses didnt appease you. I was simply stating that nothing has changed for me? I've simply said life still continues on. And seeing that you are here responding, that means your life has also continued on and your alive! So thats a W in my book.
Thomas came by and struck up a conversation with me. “David, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate what you did for the Anderson report.” “What? I didn’t work on that.” “What are you talking about? I have it right here. You di
Months later, you return for just a few days, only to find the people closest to you a little older. You begin to see them for who they truly are. They tell you how much you’ve grown up, how mature you look now, but the love is still there.