"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, December 12, 2013

december morn: a small stone

each blade of grass
and fallen leaf
encased in frosty glitter
shimmering in the warming sun



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