Met a Fig tree today, it was another weird synchronization. Noted. 
You have grown from soil in which you are a stranger and I, like you, am far from home.
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I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Dirge Without Music
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All father, my father,
old friend new found.
The chosen now chooses to be daughter once more.
Not obedient, but most obstinate,
Shared among many, not singular, not solemn.
Such will my dedication be to you.
Yet I will do what I can for your children’s aid.
When am I able I will walk with you.
Thor give me the strength in my limbs to move forward,
Freya give me grace and truth in my heart
Sif give me kindly words for my lips to utter
Frigga lend my will your steely resolve
This is the service that is now mine to offer
So, tell me, old man, do we have a deal? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀~Laurel Mendes
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