The ground, pushing up,
pushes me up and again
out of my own way.The ground, seizing me;
The power of the still earth
pushes me aside.The powerful earth
pushing its power upward
through my own two soles.
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I try to remember always what an old friend of my grandmother’s used to say: “Enjoy every minute you have with those you love, my dear, for no one can take joy that is past away from you. It will be there in your heart to live on when the dark days come.”
— Eleanor RooseveltThe Cat Cam
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