A goat carves through snow,
the path of my ancestors.
Melting, she beckons.
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Christina Hunter
Author, Mother, Wife. Recipient of the Paul Harris Fellowship award and 2017 nominee for the Women of Distinction award through the YWCA. Climate Reality Leader, Zero-Waste promoter, beekeeper and lover of all things natural.
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oh this is interesting, because a goat's path is famously treacherously for goats only, so it definitely makes you go "hmmm" and I like that a lot.
A wonderful piece that evokes strong imagery and also thought. Well done!
You had me at goats! This was so well crafted. You definitely made use of every syllable. Excellent work :)
I love how you were able to pack enough meaning in that I have questions which, if I delve more deeply into what you mean, will either be answered or leave me with interesting thoughts!
Aww I loved this!! Also side note.i love goats!! :) Beautiful ❤️