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JoAnn Forsberg: Who I am Twisted branches as sculptured art, like a tree dormant in the season of winter. (Aging) Moon River on a melancholy day. (Array of emotions) An oak tree, thin and vast limbs, offering a canopy for shade when a soul needs a collective moment. (Listener) Withered rosebud communicating through the dreams of a grandmother. (young in heart, older in body) Awakening in delight, yet, so quiet in sunlight. Preoccupies self within the routines of life, shaking a rug. (Attuned to little moments of life; observer) A soul who recognizes: We are all after that same rainbow end. (Human who cares) Blessings, Jo |
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