Today marks the annual first summer fruit breakfast
And I would like to recognize that,
Even though fresh Oregon berries taste like hope for a better world,
The berries would be much bigger,
If I could share them, with the thousands of wrongfully convicted,
Living on hopeless, flavorless, carbohydrates.
Justice is sweet,
Only some taste it,
But, sweet strawberries can grow wild,
We can shatter the distance,
Strawberries can grow between the bars
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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