"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

Sunday, January 5, 2014

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Pine cones encircle the rock lovingly bedecked in a gown of springy moss.

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