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Home»Instagram»If what I felt as I wrote these words could come at you through your screen it would jump up and down, be red and gold and green, sweep through with a caress and reach to hold you hand before it gave you an incredibly big hug.
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How to put into words feeling something so strongly…in our cells, in our blood, in our bones.
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The sharing: I would be honoured if you’d read my article ‘Good Food’. The link is in my profile.
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And then to…
The Connecting – if you respond whilst reading, I’d love to know about it; below or on my blog.
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This feels like it needs to be my Our Future post for #veryfarmish, because, heck, it’s important.
If what I felt as I wrote these words could come at you through your screen it would jump up and down, be red and gold and green, sweep through with a caress and reach to hold you hand before it gave you an incredibly big hug.
.
How to put into words feeling something so strongly…in our cells, in our blood, in our bones.
.
The sharing: I would be honoured if you’d read my article ‘Good Food’. The link is in my profile.
.
And then to…
The Connecting – if you respond whilst reading, I’d love to know about it; below or on my blog.
.
This feels like it needs to be my Our Future post for #veryfarmish, because, heck, it’s important.