Fresh today · Saturday, 4 July

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

Drawn at dawn
Wishes in the library
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Her wish, examined honestly, asked questions she would spend years learning how to answer well.

May the girls she admired never have to carry the weight of someone else's wishful thinking.

She wished, briefly; she listened, longer; she changed, lastingly — which is the right order.

The wish was a doorway, not a destination — and on the other side waited better understanding.

May the girl behind that wish grow into a woman who lifts other women, including herself.

She wished she were Black, and someone wise gently asked her what she really meant.

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