"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

small stone: day eight

Crisp and grey, the day settles over me like the creaking bones of a crone. The dried leaves wave in the breeze-  the tattered ends of her shawl.

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