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Mia knew all eyes would be on her as she arrived at work.
“Look!” Ari showed Mia Dan’s phone. “The ring’s so #poignant, Ava’s green, Dan’s blue.”
Mia grinned. “Really?” Dan didn’t need to answer.
“It wasn’t marrying Ava I had a problem with, just the wedding itself.” #vss365

#February 2, 1861
#OTD Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr., American #Poet, #Writer, & #Community #Leader, is born.

Raised in #Louisville, #Kentucky, Joseph was one of the earliest African-American published playwrights.

His #Poems could be #Poignant:

The #Flowers take the tears of #Weeping night,
& give them to the sun for the day's #Delight.

He could also be #Clever:

What deeds have sprung from #Plow & pick!
What bankrolls from #Tomatoes!
No dainty #Crop of #Rhetoric
Can match one of #Potatoes.

My previous post was about the #Gardener Katherine White.

After she died, her husband E.B. White, #Author of #CharlottesWeb, wrote a little #Verse for their close #Friends & #Family.

To all who #Loved my lovely #Wife.
To all who spoke their #Sorrow,
I send this printed card of #Thanks
So l can face #Tomorrow.

I'd hoped to write a full reply
To each, to say #ILoveYou.
But I'll #Reveal the sticky #Truth:
There's just too many of you.

#Grief #Sorrow #Love
#Poignant
#IsntThatSweet
#Aw

#December 10, 1891
#OTD Leonie "Nelly" Sachs, #German #Poet, is born.

In 1940, she fled to #Sweden where she lived the rest of her life. She was a #Poignant #Voice for her fellow #Jews.

In #Chorus of Comforters, she wrote,

No #Herb may be #Transplanted
From #Yesterday to #Tomorrow.

The #Sage has faded in the #Cradles--
#Rosemary lost its #Scent facing the new #Dead--
Even #Wormwood was only bitter yesterday.

We are #Gardeners who have no #Flowers
& #Stand upon a shining #Star
& #Weep.