I have the fullness which comes from a satisfying day of cleaning out those crooked corners into which things fall and become invisible over the years. The house feels so good now. More to do tomorrow.
We planted spinach seeds this week.
A single white candle burns on the table. The cat snores.
Head-down, banjo moves my belly like a whale in an ocean swell.
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7 comments:
That shell is beautiful, what a gorgeous idea.
You've much talent x
happyhappy :)
love it.
Your shell poem...it's wonderful.
I can picture this room so clearly... such beautiful words in the perfect container.
xo
cortnie
Thank you, kind ladies! Such great words to read. xo
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