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It is so tiresome now.
To have so much to do;
but cannot do it.
To have so much to say;
but cannot say it.
To have so far to go;
but cannot journey.
O...
“I think," Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, "that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world al...
On Brighton Beach, the tourists say,
the ice cream vendors come this way,
and come and go,
and come and go,
on Brighton Be...
The trees were winking at me this morning.
Or maybe it was morse code.
Tiny brights lights kept going on and off, as if someone was hitting...
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Rosy Cole
The Language of Trees
06 October 2020
But we should not lose hope. Our collective will is enormously powerful and, focused aright, can pea...
Rosy Cole
The Language of Trees
05 October 2020
We are listening. I believe ordinary citizens are, but we 're reliant on every nation's government c...
