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  • Once there was a 46 year old woman with wonderful garden-rain boots, a beautiful smile, and earrings made from beans. Most mornings this woman woke in bed next to her partner, a cowboy, and, especially if the sky was overcast, she yearned for something she could not name. Was it a house that she owned? A wood stove in a rustic, hand-built, love-infused home with a view of the mountain? A garden? Was it a family that she loved deeply? Was it a community that she was connected to? A sense of partnership?

    She sat in her office with a warm sweater on and decided maybe the thing she yearns for is this: to feel close to people, to have a lot of fun with them and feel security in their friendship, as in the best sense of a family.

    So, that's what it is. She is going to tend to the garden.
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