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A wise old owl lived in an oak,
The more he saw the less he spoke,
The less he spoke, the more he heard,
Why aren’t we all like that old bird?
Amal Dib “The spaces of safety that hold me and that I hold often fluctuate. Safety for me can sometimes mean being surrounded by others seeing faces of those I recognize that hold memories in their eyes. Or sometimes my safety is in my own body and mind when there is nobody near except the faint chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the
... See moreSavouring the type of surrender I sense, when I see old people relaxing on benches.