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May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one. -
LOL! I'm going to print that out and put it up at work.
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LOL!It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy nowComment
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Trivia........ Who can name the bird on the left?Originally posted by Michele View PostIf it pays, it staysComment
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Is it some kind of flycatcher?Originally posted by Frostbit View Post"Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."Comment
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If it pays, it staysComment
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Lilac Breasted RollerIf it pays, it staysComment
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I like Larry better.
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Ah! I'm very poor at non-North American birds.
"Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."Comment
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Just happened to be one I recognized because I had taken a picture of it while in Namibia and then looked it up later.If it pays, it staysComment
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Some kind of lori?Originally posted by Frostbit View Post"Since the historic ruling, the Lovings have become icons for equality. Mildred released a statement on the 40th anniversary of the ruling in 2007: 'I am proud that Richard’s and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, Black or white, young or old, gay or straight, seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That’s what Loving, and loving, are all about.'." - Mildred Loving (Loving v. Virginia)Comment
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Oh come on! If this doesn't just scream "gaybird," nothing does!Originally posted by Celeste Chalfonte View Post
::runs away laughing::It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy nowComment
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