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By Jove! I think spring sprung. Budded buds are budding. Leaves that left are returning and not leaving. Green is a verb again. Seeded seeds seem to be seeding and water is more watery. Worms are worming at breakneck speeds. Weeds require weeding.
This means how one person’s ability to attend to internal and external curiosities differs from another’s. Our species is more the same than it is different, but the
I hope Christmas times were what you wanted them to be. I am not sure what to make of it anymore. Things change. The cold, the wind, early darkness, and an inability to know how to author changes has a way of eroding what is left. In all those tatters, commercials and advertisements seep in, the family times, the generations, the joy.
Lucy Wightman
