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May 2026 . . . . “Bonsai”
This past fall I experienced disappointment. And you might well say and so it goes. But this is in no way intended to be compared with anything else, anyone’s tribulations, nor to be taken particularly seriously. Just a moment I feel like reflecting on. Spring is only just now arriving, with birdsong and pollen and the promise of blooms. I had planned to transplant a bonsai I had been tending. Those plans, like they occasionally do, are no longer. |
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