my friend K had eye surgery and she is in incredible pain. The skin from her brow line to her eye lashes has sunken into her eye socket and the surgery for this is far more painful than any of the ones I have had on my eyes. She and I are growing old together and I listen to her as she grieves the lives we once had, strong powerful bodied women who hauled hay and broke horses and tilled our own soil and birthed foals. Who would believe that now of us, as we are now? I am saddened for her, and a bit for me. But this is our season and this is how it must be....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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