Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Everything happens at night for a reason


just ask the light.  Just ask the spoon stirring the familiar nightly cup of tea.  Or the writing which happen at night for no particular reason.
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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 26, 2019 at 1:00 PM

    so many surfaces when you look out your window and see a new pathway, the new stones ordered in a circle and you settle down because it makes sense that you are where you are today

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