The redbud was not yet in bloom, but still, she adorned window in life-color; cherry blossom of fairer bright—a whiteness in the pink that touched of a delicateness and new innocence in spring—in corner of room and catch of window light. She hung her purse and gazed on the blooms, black and white […]
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BITTERNESS
There’s resentment. There is tension. These happen when two sides care but see and think different, neither wrong—just different—and there is not compassion to amend emotional divide. I don’t like it, but it’s there. I hurt feelings yesterday, multiple. One amended. One did not, and it was the one where I knew I […]