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Very moving poem. Thank you.

From here on the FarNorCal Redwood Coast, it is heartening to know that you and so many others are with us, here on the edge of the continent, and of history. All our work is done for now, and we too wait. By the time tomorrow dawns for you back east, we may know which way the struggle goes: into a rear-guard action to preserve what we have and prevent more losses, pushing on toward the next skirmish, two long, dark years from now; or pressing forward into a green new future with much to do, but with the courage of victory and the vindication of history at our backs.

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We are holding hope here for you.

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Guy Fawkes day… a perfect metaphor for the happenings in the States…

😎😎

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Any language I vaguely know sounds like the quacking of friendly ducks. The many I don’t know: seagulls.

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They all have their own music. I'm getting further with French than I have my whole lifetime.

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Such a brilliant and evocative poem, Ros, reminiscent of your work from an earlier life ("Material"). Here in the US, we await our fate... the preservation of democracy or the rise of fascism.

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You’ve dated it pretty accurately. In fact it’s earlier, a notebook from 2006.

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Hi Ros, I like your comment here on Liking. It strikes a chord with a recent draft...... I would like to quote you, with a credit of course. Big Heart, dodge the fireworks..... Maurice

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You're welcome, and thanks for asking / crediting me. Lesser mortals simply steal. Many thanks, Maurice.

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Your words, Ros, stole my breath awaaaay, chuckling with delight….

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