Trees of cotton reach
History does ever-preach
Freedom cries to teach
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Unstoppable
There's a moment in every woman's life when she realizes she's done shrinking. Done apologizing. Done carrying the weight of expectations that were never hers to begin with. That moment.... that spark... is where transformation begins. It's where the world's attempts to drown her only teach her how to breathe deeper. It's where every push against her becomes the force that launches her higher.
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Beach bumming in a small Caribbean beach town sounded like a perfect way to end our 6-month trip through Mexico and Central America. Or so we thought. The foul, fishy stench of rotten seaweed hit our nostrils as we stepped from the cramped bus and looked out at a rather depressing, empty, and underwhelming black sand beach. It was pouring with rain, and we had to quickly fish out our ponchos. We thought, this couldn’t be it, could it?
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What an awesome picture 👀 It really does look like a cotton tree.. great Haiku 😁
Okayyyy this hits! Makes me wanna hug a tree and whisper “teach me your secrets,” even though trees probably don’t care.