The Private (W)Holiness of Things

How very odd to keep feathers randomly picked up at some fey moment of life in a cupcoard meant for cups and plates and glasses for sweet summer wines stones, gifts of a life’s teacher brought from oh, Himalayah! I have the world not only there but in my soul my heart is an open house…


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