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Irene's avatar

In addition to that surge of love, newborns also help me see the world new again, full of hope, and maybe some miracles too.

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Sylvia Stocker's avatar

Yes ... and watching them dream in their sleep, don't you wonder what they could possibly be dreaming about? It's all such a big mystery. One full of miracles for sure.

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Maryli Tiemann's avatar

Yes.

And yes to your reciting “Stopping By the Woods” on Wednesday, which slipped the shawl of survival off the shoulders of so many. So they allowed themselves to sigh out their own poems.

And for a time we were simply humans loving the memories of memorization.

Thank you and thanks to a white ermine’s leap.

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Sylvia Stocker's avatar

I love that description -- "the shawl of survival" -- so glad we have it when we really need it, so glad we can slip it from our shoulders when it no longer serves us! As to the white ermine's leap, a few years ago, Steve opened the garage door one winter morning a few years ago, and a snow-white weasel was sitting there to greet him. Weasels (ermines) apparently are very curious animals, and this one was no different. So, as Steve stood there studying the weasel, the weasel stood there studying Steve right back. Apparently the experience was quite magical for Steve. And, even though I wasn't even there to witness it, just hearing Steve tell about it made me fall in love with the world again!

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Maryli Tiemann's avatar

Interesting to know they are not just in the wild.

Was that where you live now?

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Sylvia Stocker's avatar

Yes, right outside our garage door!

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