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Hannah Rose Muller

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- One day I'll write the story of my Momma's Garden. It's all a scented geranium blur of fairy houses and honeysuckles and ashes of my late grandparents that are buried under that bench. I'll be sure to tell it all. Like the wonder of finding secret hiding places under climbing rose bushes and how I ate the figs when they dripped off the giant trees. How I snuck off to kiss boys and girls here and to find empty snail shells that were perfect as little treasures. The flower crowns were a little wilder back then but I loved them just the same. My Momma's Garden.
- One day I& #39;ll write the story of my Momma& #39;s Garden. It& #39;s all a scented geranium blur of fairy houses and honeysuckles and ashes of my late grandparents that are buried under that bench. I& #39;ll be sure to tell it all. Like the wonder of finding secret hiding places under climbing rose bushes and how I ate the figs when they dripped off the giant trees. How I snuck off to kiss boys and girls here and to find empty snail shells that were perfect as little treasures. The flower crowns were a little wilder back then but I loved them just the same. My Momma& #39;s Garden.
- One day I'll write the story of my Momma's Garden. It's all a scented geranium blur of fairy houses and honeysuckles and ashes of my late grandparents that are buried under that bench. I'll be sure to tell it all. Like the wonder of finding secret hiding places under climbing rose bushes and how I ate the figs when they dripped off the giant trees. How I snuck off to kiss boys and girls here and to find empty snail shells that were perfect as little treasures. The flower crowns were a little wilder back then but I loved them just the same. My Momma's Garden.
- It's so hard to hear the news and not be in a constant state of paralysis and numbness. How do you give room for grief and still carry on a life somewhat normally? I never want to normalize the actions of real life monsters. I want to give room for tears and sadness. I want to talk about these things with my neighbors and my partner, my family and strangers too. Do you have a way of letting yourself grieve? How do you process news every morning? Is it through art? Writing? A quiet moment alone? All I know is that we are stronger when we grieve together.
- It& #39;s so hard to hear the news and not be in a constant state of paralysis and numbness. How do you give room for grief and still carry on a life somewhat normally? I never want to normalize the actions of real life monsters. I want to give room for tears and sadness. I want to talk about these things with my neighbors and my partner, my family and strangers too. Do you have a way of letting yourself grieve? How do you process news every morning? Is it through art? Writing? A quiet moment alone? All I know is that we are stronger when we grieve together.
- It's so hard to hear the news and not be in a constant state of paralysis and numbness. How do you give room for grief and still carry on a life somewhat normally? I never want to normalize the actions of real life monsters. I want to give room for tears and sadness. I want to talk about these things with my neighbors and my partner, my family and strangers too. Do you have a way of letting yourself grieve? How do you process news every morning? Is it through art? Writing? A quiet moment alone? All I know is that we are stronger when we grieve together.

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