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Danielle Haynes Feerick
@dkfeerick.bsky.social
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Ex-pat New Englander in Rochester NY. DIY enthusiast.
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Misfire at the #geneseekegtree lighting ceremony
December 6, 2025 at 2:00 AM
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wow. guess I'll be mailing my diploma back to Cornell
November 8, 2025 at 1:24 AM
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Entering my persephone era
October 3, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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NY neighbors: consider taking a minute to encourage the NYPA to ramp up renewable energy in NYS. Comment period ends today. Thanks to @nycdsaecosoc.bsky.social for making this so easy!
September 12, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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Now would be a great time for us to get the NY Health Act passed. Let's get universal health care in NY www.nyhcampaign.org/aboutnyha
July 4, 2025 at 2:33 PM
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This #IndependenceDay, ACOG’s thoughts are with the millions who will lose Medicaid coverage due to H.R. 1. Independence is built upon autonomy, and not having health care is a massive obstacle to securing the health, access, and safety that autonomy requires.
July 4, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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I'm 60% Hooper, 40% Brody, but both of us really want to be Quint
June 21, 2025 at 1:02 AM
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Gotta love peony season 🌱
Pink and white peonies in a recycled turquoise gin bottle
June 15, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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If you are dissatisfied with Representative Joe Morelle's recent vote to offer official state support and cooperation with ICE and the current administration, siding with Republicans... https://old.reddit.com/r/Rochester/comments/1l8244t/if_you_are_dissatisfied_with_representative_joe/

#RochesterNY
June 10, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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Rain on & off all day, but turning into a beautiful night
Kodak tower from Innovative field at sunset
May 17, 2025 at 11:47 PM
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Let's hope this bodes well for the home team! #RochesterNY
Double rainbow all the way across the sky in right field
May 17, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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Found the sparrow nest!
6 light blue speckled eggs in a nest lined partially with moss from the lawn
May 12, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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This is in one of the dwarf Alberta spruce that flanks our front door. There's a sparrow nest in the other one, but I haven't found it yet.
4 blue eggs in a nest surrounded by evergreenery
May 10, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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As I leave work on a Friday evening at 7:15, no lies detected.
Paper plate award: "Hardest working APP Danielle, thanks for all you do for our patients at GOG!!" Full disclosure: I was the only APP working today, so by default I was the hardest working.
May 9, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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Happy May 1st. The value of your labor belongs to you and the actions of the state are best understood as as a coordinated effort to distract you from this. The state fears an organized and unified proletariat like it fears death and rightly so. Power to the workers and power to the people
May 1, 2025 at 9:58 AM
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Things to do in th Belly of the Whale
Dan Albergotti
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days. Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you. Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart. Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope, where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all the things you did and could have done. Remember treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
April 30, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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Arrythmia
Hailey Leithauser
The heart of a bear is a cloud-shuttered mountain. The heart of a mountain’s a kiln. The white heart of a moth has nineteen white chambers. The heart of a swan is a swan. The heart of a wasp is a prick of plush. The heart of a skunk is a mink. The heart of an owl is part blood and part chalice. The fey mouse heart rides a dawdy dust-cart. The heart of a kestrel hides a house wren at nest. The heart of lark is a czar. The heart of a scorpion is swidden and spark. The heart of a shark is a gear. Listen and tell, thrums the grave heart of humans. Listen well love, for it’s pitch dark down here.
April 29, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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Why read poetry if it won't make you rich?
Joy Sullivan
For starters, your soul will get bigger. Your love, more terrible and luminous. Soon you'll say tender things at parties after too much champagne. A sidewalk quince, wet with midnight, will stop you in your tracks. In time, you'll find the perfect metaphor for your child's face. All at once you'll see the world and want it again: clothes flapping on the line, lilacs strewn and seeding, the luck of worms. An artichoke with its heart torn hot and steaming from the throbbing crown will suddenly turn you on.
April 28, 2025 at 5:28 PM
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Illicit happiness in Boston
Street graffiti of an abstract face on brick, with caption "illicit happiness" printed in block letters above
April 27, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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Some glad morning
Joyce Sutphen
One day, something very old happened again. The green came back to the branches, settling like leafy birds on the highest twigs; the ground broke open as dark as coffee beans. The clouds took up their positions in the deep stadium of the sky, gloving the bright orb of the sun before they pitched it over the horizon. It was as good as ever: the air was filled with the scent of lilac s and cherry blossoms sounded their long whistle down the track It was some glad morning.
April 27, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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God says yes to me
Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said it sure is I asked her if I could wear nail polish or not wear nail polish and she said honey she calls me that sometimes she said you can do just exactly what you want to Thanks God I said And is it even okay if I don't paragraph my letters Sweetcakes God said who knows where she picked that up what I'm telling you is Yes Yes Yes
April 27, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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My Name
Mark Strand
One night when the lawn was a golden green and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered what I would become-and where I would find myself- and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard my name as if for the first time, heard it the way one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off as though it belonged not to me but to the silence from which it had come and to which it would go.
April 25, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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April morning
Jonathan Wells
You are living the life you wanted as if you'd known what that was but of course you didn't so you'd groped toward it feeling for what you couldn't imagine, what your hands couldn't tell you, for what that shape could be. This Sunday the rain turns cold again and steady but the window is slightly open and there is the vaguest sense of bird song somewhere in the gaps between the buildings because it's spring the calendar says and the room where you are reading is empty yet full of what loves you and this is the day that you were born.
April 24, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell; Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if (I say) you look upon this verse, When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
April 23, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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Nothing twice
Wisława Symborska

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.
April 22, 2025 at 5:06 PM