Thursday, December 28, 2017

Pine cone as tree; bulb as moon

And the tree rooted in water & anchored by blue glass beads.  The realms connect much as story webs people as community.  And we all know, the kitchen creates community -- one potato at a time. And where are the stars, you ask?  In each & every pen.

1 comment:

  1. you there in charge of ballast fording
    lest the semblance in literate runways

    chariot down and under