Rocker & prayer shawl. Full of holes for the soul, for the story, for the retelling of light, for the coming of dark. For the next bowl of homemade soup, for orally publishing a poem. Rock on in gratitude, sister, for the shortest month arrives. [Thanks, Linda, for the hand-made prayer shawl.]
Should we go out tonight--when the moon fills the sky? There you go, opening up the rink, ready to glide along without me!
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