Recently I heard Naomi Shihab Nye read her beloved poem “Kindness” aloud and it stopped me in my tracks. I’m sharing it today in case you, like me, had missed it till now; in case you, like me, know how “desolate the landscapes can be between the regions of kindness;” in case you, like me, have ever tried to make sense of hardship; in case you, like me,…
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