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I will not make excuses for the women choosing patriarchy over their own lives.
I will not laugh at their jokes or attend their brunches.
I will not let them call me friend.
I will not overlook their betrayal or make nice for the sake of the family.
I will not worry if they like me or love me or if I’m too judgmental.
I will not make it more comfortable for them. I will never forget. I WILL CONTINUE TO BE PROACTIVE. 😡🤬

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mousey thank you x

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…. ƸӜƷ.  Cooking up some
....•*¨ `*•.... fairyland magic
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.\ \ \ | / / /  your garden x
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❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

❤️The Song Of❤️
❤️The Beech Tree Fairy❤️
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The trunks of Beeches are smooth and grey,
Like tall straight pillars of stone
In great Cathedrals where people pray;
Yet from tiny things they’ve grown.
About their roots is the moss; and wide
Their branches spread, and high;
It seems to us, on the earth who bide,
That their heads are in the sky.
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And when Spring is here,
and their leaves appear,
With a silky fringe on each,
Nothing is seen so new and green
As the new young green of Beech.
O the great grey Beech is young, is young,
When, dangling soft and small,
Round balls of bloom from its twigs are hung,
And the sun shines over all.
❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Cicely M BarkerƸ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

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❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️Ʈђaηƙ ყღʊ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️

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mouse ty

mouse ty x