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On the first warm day Thaw smell in the air The sun will warm my skin Wind will knot my hair The grass will dance And I’ll feel at ease Under a swaying branch Of my maple trees
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One day when I’m withered and old After the trees fall bare and the air turns cold I’ll look at the peaks all around The snow on the ground muffling sound And wince at what could have been Had I not chosen peace Had I not looked within
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My cousin had a lot to say to me over New Year’s Eve at that snowy mountain mansion. The same Green Mountains that fostered my healing became a pit of snakes the second I walked through the all-too-familiar door of my aunt’s home. Two things I learned from hearing about myself from someone who watched
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I sometimes wonder where I could be had I not lit a match and set it all on fire. What would my life look like had I stayed and swept up the dirt that had become caked onto the floor, an endless task it was, lying to myself about my own happiness. Change is hard,
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What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in? Bog Witch
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www.linkedin.com/company/sharon-rose-author/
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I started this blog at the start of the new year, as an outlet to close a chapter in my life. For everyone who supported the blog I give thanks. As I move my writing to other avenues, I hope to reach more with my words. Below is the link to my new site:
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I smelled the freshness Warm summer days are coming My windows are all open
Sharon Rose 