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see hear little person<\/em> beautiful Meadow she knew there once was an Indian maid who knew {..} see hear little person who would brush her time with a bare stroke of no importance. the fire so long contained even the other believed no embers lived. beautiful Meadow repeated his words, \u201cI did not realize how much she helped me.\u201d her having wrapped her body around his to stop the shaking with … Continue reading “The Brush Stroke”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3675","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3675","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3675"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3675\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3675"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3675"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3675"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwho would brush her time
\nwith a bare stroke
\nof no importance.
\nthe fire
\nso long contained
\neven the other<\/em>
\nbelieved no embers
\nlived.<\/p>\n
\nrepeated his words,
\n\u201cI did not realize
\nhow much
\nshe helped me.\u201d
\nher having
\nwrapped her body around his
\nto stop the shaking
\nwith physical pain
\nfrom hell;
\nvalidation helped.<\/p>\n
\nthere were many loves
\nhe loved and he gave
\nhe chose her perhaps
\nknowing
\nnothing in her demur
\nsmelled like jealously.
\nnow he also knows
\nshe refuses to count coupe.<\/p>\n
\novercoming\/releasing the pain,
\nthe joy is her’s
\nforever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"