Do not make things too easy.
There are rocks and abysses in the mind
As well as meadows.
There are things knotty and hard: intractable.
Do not talk to me of love and understanding.
I am sick of blandishments.
I want the rock to be met by a rock.
If I am vile, and behave hideously,
Do not tell me it was just a misunderstanding.
– Martha Baird
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I thought of you when I read this one, Sherry. :)
you…reading … not sure … wondering/wandering… new order was the call of the day…..