Obediah Smith How Heavy was my Suitcase in my Two Arms sometimes, the Herculean effort, the super-human strength, to leap acrossto bridge the gaps, the joints in the processin the journey of the life I live- I've lived to negotiate- to get across to make the links that my life- that living has required to carry on to go on- to keep going to keep making it and making it making pieces fit, parts fit the past connect with connect to what/when follows has taken strength/endurance I did not know I had and over and over again that leap of faith, coupled with leap after leap, actually... Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming The Last Washerwoman All the river stones have turned green with spongy moss, neon bright in the sunshine. No more laundry scrubbed clean by the washerwoman, who is a goddess,
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