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I wrote this back in May…


…and now here I am! Today the conference starts, and I will get the chance to explore, just how forgiving my sieve is. Enjoy:-)

I asked the beloved


if there was anything


he’d not forgive




and saw my life


flowing like sand


through a sieve




until I saw


that several stubborn


gritty grains remained




‘So those are the things


you can’t forgive?’


I asked him solemnly




‘No sweetheart,


that sieve was yours.


Mine has much bigger holes.’