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I love that it is the house, the bricks, and the couple inside it who lose their edges, grow soft and old together. Beautiful.

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Thank you, David! It was the beauty and softness of old, weathered brick that originally inspired this poem, and I was a little worried I’d edited it down too tightly. So I’m thrilled to know that image still comes through for you. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

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This is so lovely. The notion of a new house to grow old with is wonderfully mossy and organic. I think it could be the first of a series. Would you plant a new garden? A tree? Build a wall along the lane, one rock a day? Really love this one. Thanks for sharing.

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Thank you, Tara! I like the idea of a series... 🤔 And I always appreciate your kind, supportive comments.

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So so so lovely. The “three hundred years” was what. Role my heart about this poem and as a writer I loved seeing into your editing process and especially knowing that you let this sit for two years, seeking the one right word. Thank you!🙏

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Thank you for the kind comment, Jocelyn! I'm so happy the poem connected with you.

And thanks for the feedback about my editing notes. I really enjoy chatting about artistic processes, and your comment reassures me I'm not boring everyone! 🤣

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😍 You're welcome! and oh, typos. That was supposed to say "what broke my heart. " I'm guessing you figured that out. ;)

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I did! 😊

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What a beautiful love letter!

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Thank you, Priya!

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Beautiful writing, and so interesting to hear your thoughts on the process too.

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Thank you, Julie! I'm happy you enjoyed it. :)

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