The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain

that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching

their peak in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

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But today on POV you you're my therapist I wanted

to read you a poem by Fadwa Tukwan and she is often known as the poet of Palestine

she was born March 1st 1917 and died December 12th, 2003. The poem is called Enough for Me. Enough for me to die on her earth,

be buried in her, to melt and vanish into her soil, then sprout forth as a flower, played with by a

child from my country.

Enough for me to remain in my country's embrace.

To be in her close as a handful of dust, a sprig of grass, a flower.

So when I was in college, I never took a poetry class. And I actually think that might be one of my regrets.

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