September 2018
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sleepless night
the morepork questioning
why we're still here
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prayer vigil
the jailhouse rock
is unmoved
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cold spell
the weather rewrites
my ancestory
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In New Zealand, September is the first month of spring and this year spring saw me reach my 69th birthday. I feel somewhat blessed to know that I have now lived through 828 cycles of the moon's phases.
To mark my birthday and to get a fuller sense of my place in the cycle of the seasons as they stretched back through the lives of my maternal ancestors I took some time to explore my Polish blood connections to the Taranaki Province of New Zealand.
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newborn scent—
when will I too
come clean?