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teary

i am having one of those teary-eye days. on the bus, i was reading a poem by jane kenyon called “let evening come” and i got all overwhelmed, right there on public transit, as we hurtled into the soupy morning bridge fog. and then i got to work and read this morning’s entry in lara’s livejournal, which got me all teary and lumpy-throated and so glad to have her as my friend. she gave me some good advice last night. i hope to be strong enough to take it.

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.

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