#clare shaw

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OZARK S04E05 - Ellie

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fuck all snitches but especially clare shaw

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Katrina Lenk as Clare Shaw in OZARK Season 4 Pt. 1

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Katrina Lenk and Laura Linney - OZARK S04E07 - Sanctified

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Cumbria wildlife group shortlisted for award The Cumbria Lichen and Bryophyte Group has been short-listed for one of the National Biodiversity Network Awards for Wildlife Recording 2020. This recognises the contribution the group has made to recording aspects of the county’s natural history Full story: https://www.cumbriacrack.com/2020/10/30/cumbria-wildlife-group-shortlisted-for-award/

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All Aboard the Poetry Bus To hail the reopening of Dove Cottage, William Wordsworth’s home during his ‘golden decade’ (1799–1808), and as part of a yearlong celebration of the poet’s 250th birthday Wordsworth Grasmere and Stagecoach Full story: https://www.cumbriacrack.com/2020/03/03/all-aboard-the-poetry-bus/

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Vow

by Clare Shaw

Say yes.

That word on your lips

is a kiss;

is a promise already made.

We made it.

Love did not turn from hurt

or hard work.

When lights failed, it did not switch off.

When love had no road,

we willingly built it.

We shouldered its stones

and its dirt. So thank god

there are days like this when it’s easy.

When we open our mouths

and the words flood in.

Put the word of your hand

in mine.

We have learnt to hold to each other

when nothing was given by right;

how love will insist

with its ache; with its first painful

tug on the guts;

its snake in the nest of the ribs;

the bomb in the chest;

in the Y of the thighs; the red, red

red sun of it, rising.

How love must, at all costs,

be answered. We have answered

and so have a million before us

and each of their names is a vow.

So now I can tell you, quite simply

you are the house I will live in:

there is no good reason

to move. Good earth,

you are home, stone, sun,

all my countries. Vital to me

as the light. You are it

and I am asking.

Say yes.

Love opens a door

then slams it. It does.

It loses its touch and its looks.

But love needs its fury.

We have fought

and when times make it necessary,

we will again. When night draws in,

we won’t forget

how once the streets ran wet with light

and love. Like blood. They will again.

But for now,

we make our promises gently.

This extraordinary day we have made.

Listen –

the birds in their ordinary heaven.

Tonight the sky will blaze

with stars. Today, my love,

rooms bloom with flowers.

Say yes.

The sky is ours.