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Norwich has a historical tradition as Connecticut's Rose City.

I live in a rose-tinted town bowing mainly to White Western skies bleached of blue blooded color but also of dire Eastern dawns with smoky red skies, warning farmers and gardeners taking and giving nutritional cover under bad-blooded weather on our way to further apart. I live in a NorthEastern place replete with geriatric grace yet less mindful of holistic medicines less conscious through holy meditations less green ecoschool wholesome with cooperative administrations of home and families and neighborhoods as wholesome 7-Generation multihoods. I live in a public space directed by private embrace toward trusting love of all four dimensions all eight lifetime resurrections From infant to WinWin child, child to WinLose pre-teen, pubescent to late adolescent, where U.S. culture seems LeftBrain stuck between delayed adolescents and too young adults, young adults toward mature WinWin multiculturists, voters listening to WiseElder leaders, WiseElder leaders longing to conjoin CoMessiahs and Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors and PolyCulturing Yogis and MultiCulturing EarthScientists and PolyPhonically inclined EarthArtists and PolyPathic EarthEducators and EarthFirst Mentors. Researchers and Designers of full-octaved trust, if for no positively healthy reason, to avoid hatreds of anti-trust and ambivalent angers seeking secular mistrust and equivalent fears finding infinite misery pathologies. I live in a rose-scented town where three polluted rivers conjoin worshipped by LastNative gamblers reweaving our vapid ritual bows within all four fractal revolving directions. I live in a rose-fading town aging while watching southwestern drought, at risk of growing Eastern coastal as Northern blizzards of chaos compete with Southern hurricanes and tornadoes of flooding tsunamic competing complexity. I live in a rose memory town filled with ghosts of LeftBrain dominant climatic pathology rising up to restore RightBrain with Left peace from within, settling down to withstand capital punishments ego-justified retributions without rose-tinted restorative glasses.

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Date: 2/1/2018 8:50:00 AM
Enjoyed your poem very much, Gerald.
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