my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell
By Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can tell when I may dine again.
No man can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home,
My taste will not have turned insensitive
To honey and bread old purity could love

Was never taught this through college either!

https://youtube.com/shorts/Hes....VJsufv3Y?si=Hl9-65uz

This is a hard-hitting fact, at least where I'm from, there's much work to be done in the community!
https://youtube.com/shorts/oY1....nbFovTOo?si=KsWgaUbo

They DO know they're 1) Fast food and 2)Not that great don't they??
https://www.the-sun.com/money/....15918894/chipotle-ra

This is good 😊👍🏾

Szomszédunk tavaly https://www.gerard.hu/hu/csere....peslemez-helyett-kos újíttatta fel a tetőt, és meglepődtem, milyen gyorsan kész lett. Akkor mondta, hogy nem hagyományos cserép került fel. A cikket olvasva állt össze a kép, miért választották. Nálunk is tervben van felújítás pár éven belül, és őszintén szólva a viharok miatt inkább az erősebb megoldások felé hajlok most már.