Just a short post featuring a beautiful poem as the seasons change and the final days of warmth let go of us.
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This year I became a Permanent Resident of Canada. I feel immeasurably lucky for this because I love this place.
However, it is not my land.
A trip to England, with her winding roads and towering oaks, torn over political debate (re Eurovision)
There are all sorts of powers in this universe.
My struggle to fall asleep at night
What would you say to a year-long weekend?
Am I going a little bit bonkers? MAYBE
The chronicles of farm life.