Savory Yarrow began a beautiful penpalship with me after noticing a comment I made on Rob Bresny's Free Will Astrology Page. I was disappointed by Bresny's comment as I had once looked forward to reading his astrology. He seemed to take my curious comments as a personal attack (which they were not, and I am careful to not do that), and so a new friend was born out of the passing of an ideal. Savory's poem came by Telegram on the 27th of November 2022, just hours before notice of the possible evacuation of the Island. I am often reminded of our temporary lives here and how lucky we are to be guests here on this place (wherever the place may be). Platonic agape seems to be something people have forgotten, and so I felt Savory's poem was an anthem for our generation; a salve, a medicine much as the name alludes to, so he say and whistled and then I sang. Even if it is or is not in tune...it is the touching sincerity of creation I hope this cookie digests with you all well:
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