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Fed baby goslings hazelnuts at the Swan Island shipyard - they were lingering outside of the entrance to our classroom. They make the sweetest baby goose-honking sounds. Like little half-deflated rubber duckies being rapidly, repeatedly squeezed, but so much sweeter. <3

(insert random bird/feather icon here - for now the closest thing I have is a Woolly Aphid that landed on my finger the day I died my hair all the way purple in 2005.)

growth.

Just because I was hurt by them and am afraid of them, doesn’t mean I harbor ill will. I wish them only good things.

I will never stop trying to be friendly and polite and gentle and forgiving. I will suck it up and smile and wave. Smile and wave.

Sometimes it hurts too much to try. It’s insulting and confusing, because they scowl and turn away. Even though I am the one who was so deeply wronged. I am sure I did wrong, too. But I’ve only ever tried to right it.

I’m still trying to right it.

I’m too sensitive to control my avoidance, sometimes. I’m sorry for that. I’m trying to be better. I’m trying. I will never stop trying.

I will always strive to seek the good in them. The things that are worth loving.

In everyone.

<3