Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things. |
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Size Doesn't Matter
Here are my pets! My betta fish, Travis, and the family dog, a bluetick coonhound named Buford.
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Fun-loving, Highly Skilled Queer
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As of the writing of this blurb, I am one (1) course away from having a BA in History. This has left me with many skills to go with my crippling student debt. My favorite is the ability to at any time list off around 30 rulers of England in chronological order. I start with Edward the Confessor, go all the way to Edward III, skip the War of the Roses, pick back up with Henry VII and end at George IV. Yes the title of this section is sarcastic as heck.
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We Use the Following Brands
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Here are some of my favorite things!
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