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This is not working, and that requires a repeating. Is the effort futile? Is the work worthwhile? Monday's questions increase the frustration. As if it's not enough-- learn about Omicron cases again two colleagues of hers, and one client of his. All day long, bad tidings keep coming-- but girls need fun and some good news please. Not exactly healthy food, too much eggs and no veggie, too much starch and no bean curd. Plus the Monday gloom, and the winter blue. I can't help but brood-- the project is hanging, the friend is not responding, the problem persisting, the worry remaining. Still girls have to eat this dinner without soup. Perish the thought, I tried. He is a wandering ghost comes and goes freely, as if mocking my resolve. "I wonder, what if?" his ghostly voice claims. "We may hate each other by now, I know. I'm sure." I stress. Girls want to live without regret and thrive without remorse.
Haoyan Do 
There’s just too much going on and so much to worry about. Some in our hands and some not. A great way of expressing this. Please pass the soup. Haha! A good one. 🙂
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Thank you for your sweet encouragement. Yes, want to have soups–they are delicious and heart warming.
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The girls
the consolation
that she later
the living
as a woman
in itself
of the world
of humanity
until eternity
constantly awakening
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Love the ending. Constant awakening is necessary to keep us from falling into resignation or giving up.
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If a woman
in the street
me as I pass by
checks with their eyes
i wake up
from my thoughts
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What a wonderful poem. We talk with each other with our eyes. The language of love is best conveyed by eyes.
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