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Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2025 Feb 21
Video Memory of the Week
Poetry of the Week
poem of the one world
- Mary OliverThis morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the waterand then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong towhere everything
sooner or later
is part of everything elsewhich thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.Posted: 2025 Feb 21; h/t Mary Gibson
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