Like in every crisis
one needs
to hold the nearest branch
not to be
carried away by the river stream,
not to drown.
One has to choose carefully
a branch near enough,
not too thin
to hold
ones body weight
and soul,
For a long time.
like in every crises
eventually
finding out
you are a trunk.

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dear friends,
lots of love to this beautiful trunk of yours
thinking of you
and sending my love