In an old Mesquite
A low and drooping branch broke,
Yet stayed in place,
Held in a sling of tangled vines -
O my loves, now you hold me.
Richard Tavenner
"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver
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