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Happy Easter

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This is a prose poem: I woke up from my nap with a shiny dime stuck to my leg. This in addition to the weathered dime I found at Costco and one on the floor in my house, all today. The universe has placed a shield around my inner life. I can't be made upset not even by you. Only the horrors of the outside world can penetrate the shield (which isn't even mine but has been assigned to me I don't know for how long).

This is the website for the Diabetes program.

This is a card for our new outreach:

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I'm trying to post a video but it just keeps saying it's processing. I have to try again in a little while.

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The elephants make me cry with their care for each other, with their trunks wriggling through the fence to touch the blind one. Their big bodies. How are they here with us? Did you see the post of the elephants feeling the earthquake tremor and making a circle to protect the smaller ones?

Do you feel me changing into someone easier?

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We can be in black & white for a time.

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I love the car photos. I looked at your Bluesky. I love the Tamborine Man. I do want to go on the bike trip. Do you think Bunny will be ok?

I'm having dreams now that I edit as I dream them. I see something about to happen and rewrite it if it's going wrong. In a dream I was carrying a bowl with living fish in it and bumped into the wall. The bowl was slipping from my hands and a cat appeared with fangs. So I did something like rewind so I could hold the bowl better. That's just one example. I've changed several dreams. And sometimes when I wake from a dream I lay in bed a long time to rewrite it so it's happier and smarter.

Do you think something is changing in the universe to make everything strange? Isn't it the strangest thing that we don't know at all what's going on about living and dying and what our place is in space and time and eternity. It seems that the more absurd the world becomes, the more likely it feels that something much bigger is watching and taking note of how we're behaving. I guess I mean like an experiment or test. I'm just thinking this right now. I don't generally view life as a test.

I like how I think you're viewing life. I think you see it as a time to learn as much as you can and see as much as you can and help other people be able to do these things, too, on top of having plentiful food and shelter and societal support. I think that this is what love is for you, at its most meaningful. I always want you to have romantic love and maybe you do a little, but your devotion is mostly to the service kind of love you give. I think so.

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I found myself wanting to protect Juliet's identity while feeling betrayed by her, too.

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I did find another dime. 3 dimes in not many days.

The vileness of them has begun to thicken and curdle so monstrously it is difficult to find a clear path. We had a pastoral staff meeting and talked about it. We need to grow more solidarity is something we thought. I want God to smite them as well.

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We don't fit but yes we do. If we are a recipe, I would say that it is an imaginative measure of desire that blends us into the batter. We make a type of indescribable cookie that melts on your tongue and makes your heart flutter. It is a delicacy not to be missed and neither to be overindulged. Do you think so?

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I found another dime. I translated the song. Se equivocaba was he was wrong at first but another way meant she was wrong. It greatly matters which one.

If she was wrong is you, then you are doubly wrong if the heart is mine. You do have a home in my heart when you want to be there. When you go away my heart aches for you.

If he was wrong means I was wrong then it is a sad state I'm in.

If I'm wrong about other things than your heart then I don't know.

I don't have confidence but am the best lover. I prize you. You melt in my mouth. We whisper and glow in the dark. The thought is a secret smile that comes to us unbidden. They might catch it on our faces and wonder about it.

I don't know at all about the Voices Carry song except that it's unbalanced. Someone isn't being claimed or affirmed. Otherwise, I have grown to value hidden love. It is what finds another way when the outside world won't hold it.

Among the many complex themes of Adolescence was the impossibility, oft times, of shared understanding. Do we understand each other?

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