Poetry: The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned
that quiet isn’t always peace. In the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always justice.
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Song In My Head: What Light by Wilco
Art: William Trost Richards’ Moonlight on Mount Lafayette, New Hampshire
Quote: “I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.” – George Eliot
Recipe: Chocolate Pudding Pie
Anywhere But Here: Mount Lafayette, NH
Amanda Gorman is impressive. Her poem was perfect for the inauguration and current times.
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