Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Oh, bother
The problem with becoming more aware of my opinions and feelings is that I also have to learn when and where and how to voice them or not.
On the bright side, having a wise, patient big sister who loves me and listens even when my filters go askew really helps with this.
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