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My January, you cup the balm of my fortitude in your hands streaked with breathing hope, nursing the fertile seeds of renewal with crystal mist so despicably beautiful that moonlit fireworks glaze steadily on night’s eyes, grounding my balance with acceptance that throbs of both discontent and love come from the same seed: and how this first month must be relished in holiness of fresh dowry days--

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Date: 12/28/2024 4:37:00 PM
Beautiful, Nette - your honesty in this piece is appreciated, and makes for a beautiful read. <3
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Date: 12/26/2024 2:02:00 AM
January & February are the coldest months in Malta. I admit I hate the cold, but when I read this beautiful poem of yours, Nette, I realize that we have to learn to live with both "fire and ice". ~ I hope this coming January your soul will find "a hearth" ... warmth and blessings. Hugs // paul
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Date: 12/24/2024 9:53:00 AM
it's my least favorite month, but wow, you sure made it sound amazing. Which day is your birthday, nette. ths is such great writing.
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Date: 12/23/2024 11:28:00 PM
It gives us a chance to reboot our goals, good luck in the contest Nette and have a merry and a happy new year. Tom
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