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I live in hope!

You are both two beautiful kindred souls — and an honour to ‘partake’ in the conversation here! ❤️

While I do enjoy teas (especially Darjeeling), a deep dark roast java is more my beverage of choice – perhaps One Day we three might share a fika break…
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“some poems I know almost by heart”… I’m squealing with delight! And that my writings are very dear to you, I’m both honoured and humbled.

About sensitivity as a poet, it is a curious thing. I can’t speak for the general public but I’m mostly not a poet to my family…lol! but a wife, godmother, sister, aunt and many other things, and often referred to as strong; a double-edge sword in some respects. But I myself know that I am indeed a contradiction. 😀

But thank you so much Annika for popping by and reading. I appreciate your kind and encouraging comment, a lot. And yes, Laura has a way with these conversations. I also felt as if I was sitting across the table from her and sipping tea, while we talked.

I can understand your connection to Khaya’s Season’s Defined, Annika. I am so pleased you stopped by and joined our conversation!

Khaya, I am surprised few people comment or are aware of your sensitivity as a poet – your work reverberates with this. As well as your love of nature there is a sense of displacement and dichotomy of one’s existence, whilst not bad in itself, it can be unsettling. A senstation I can relate to, comprehend.

I don’t want to leave you both yet and off to read the next two posts …

Me, too! 🙂 Let’s bring our instruments, Lavinia.

Some day I may travel and see the world. I will visit.