"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

Thursday, January 17, 2013

small stone: day seventeen

there's something a bit obscene
about a lawn that is lush and green
when winter hangs cold and barren

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