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		<title>By: Michelle Hoffman</title>
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		<description>The morning began out in my garden, bare feet on the cool earth, bits of sticks and clay and goat heads making themselves known to my skin that is getting ready for a summer without shoes.  Her essence begins to enter me there, through my sole/soul, the one that lives closest to the mother.  

I pick anise/hyssop, two kinds of mint, monarda, rose geranium...and along with a few pinches of darjeeling tea, I plop them in my ancient robin&#039;s egg blue tea pot that has a patina of brown from the myriad leaves that have swam inside of her, unfurling their herbaceous wings, soaking up every bit of liquid along the way.  

The boiling water invites the steam to rise, filling my tiny kitchen with a sweet aroma, calming me, reassuring me that I am here, that I am alive, that I am love, that I am IN love....with these plants, this pot, the water, with my BODY who has carried me this far...</description>
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<p>I pick anise/hyssop, two kinds of mint, monarda, rose geranium&#8230;and along with a few pinches of darjeeling tea, I plop them in my ancient robin&#8217;s egg blue tea pot that has a patina of brown from the myriad leaves that have swam inside of her, unfurling their herbaceous wings, soaking up every bit of liquid along the way.  </p>
<p>The boiling water invites the steam to rise, filling my tiny kitchen with a sweet aroma, calming me, reassuring me that I am here, that I am alive, that I am love, that I am IN love&#8230;.with these plants, this pot, the water, with my BODY who has carried me this far&#8230;</p>
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