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vininirl: As Afghanistan suffers, America has to take a long look at how we've perpetuated horror & how we can provide healing. We must welcome refugees & at last become the country we say we are. Today is the day to take in the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
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vininirl: Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. Anais Nim
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vininirl: “Life is like a camera. Focus on what's important. Capture the good times. And if things don't work out, just take another shot.” ― Ziad K.
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vininirl:

Every day has a little bit of beauty and a little bit of chaos. ~Tanisha
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vininirl: "To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow".
Now is the time. Ive sown seeds for chives parsley thyme. Also violas and scented phlox. Finally for the moment, sunflowers. Share your story
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vininirl: Blessed in the Good Old Days

We met and we married a long time ago

We worked for long hours when wages were low

No TV, no wireless, no bath, times were hard

Just a cold water tap and a walk in the yard

No holidays abroad, no carpets on floors

We had coal on fires and we didn't lock doors

Our children arrived, no Pill in those days

And we brought them up without any state aid

They were safe going out to play in the park

And old folk could go for a walk in the dark

No Valium, no drugs and no LSD

We cured most of our ills with a good cup of tea

No vandals, no muggings, there was nothing to rob

We felt we were rich with a couple of bob

People were happier in those far off days

Kinder and caring in so many ways Now I am alone I look back through the years

I don't think of the bad times, the trouble and tears

I remember the blessings, our home and our love

That we shared them together I thank God above.
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vininirl: See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows.
Earth with heaven above rejoices...
~Charles Kingsley
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vininirl:

Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
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vininirl: And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”
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Sue_007: 💖 that is beautiful
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vininirl:
The Cure of Troy by Seamus Heaney

Human beings suffer.

They torture one another.

They get hurt and get hard.

No poem or play or song

Can fully right a wrong

Inflicted and endured.


History says, Don’t hope

On the side of the grave,’

But then, once in a lifetime

The longed-for tidal wave

Of justice can rise up

And hope and history rhyme.


So hope for a great sea- change

On the far side of revenge.

Believe that a further shore

Is reachable from here.

Believe in miracles.

And cures and healing wells.



Call miracle self-healing,

The utter self revealing

Double-take of feeling.

If there’s fire on the mountain

And lightening and storm

And a god speaks from the sky


That means someone is hearing

The outcry and the birth-cry

Of new life at its term.

It means once in a lifetime

That justice can rise up

And hope and history rhyme.
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vininirl: “For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
T.S. Eliot
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vininirl:
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.
And etched on vacant places,
Are half forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know...
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "Christmas Fancies," Custer and Other Poems, 1896
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vininirl:
Regardless of differences, we strive shoulder to shoulder... [T]eamwork can be summed up in five short words: "We believe in each other." ~Author Unknown
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vininirl: "If you're reading this...
Congratulations, you're alive.
If that's not something to smile about,
then I don't know what is."
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vininirl: May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
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vininirl: Christmas is "a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of other people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys." Dickens
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vininirl: Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for — I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times. ~Kate L. Bosher
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vininirl: Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home! ~ The Pickwick Papers
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vininirl: Everyone must leave something behind when they die, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted.
Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away
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