Thoughts upon my right to be here.
1. I do not torment myself with questions of entitlement. I was born on red soil and I have never felt unwelcome.
2. My aunts were fierce, killing their own chickens. They told me I was soft and would never be a farmer. This I did not deny, even silently, but when I was told that I did not belong on the land... I knew. Not true.
3. To hide a tree, you need a forest.
posted by Polysemous @ 10:38 PM
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I decided some time ago to never question ... other people will do that regardless of thier right to and they will do it more than enough to make up for my lack of questioning....people are bastards like that..ignore such pensive and disturbing thoughts...I am gald you are not just there but thanks to technology also here in my living room...providing cheer and comfort as only big sisters can...sorry not been online lately but be sure i do read your blog every time im on...and miss you every day....happy commercialised chocolate day polly and will call you soon
xxx
ooh, Chocolate. We completely forgot that part. We did have hot cross buns on Friday, but we've not got a chocolate egg in the house. Maybe I need to do something about that. Something involving melting lots of chocolated buttons in a saucepan and adding some flour and nuts and calling them Easter Brownies. Or maybe I shall just eat the chocolate buttons. Hmmm.
Hoping you have a good weekend sweetie.
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