Wed. Dec. 03, 2014 - 10:14 in the A.M.
Nothing salted. Nothing plowed. Instead, shattered ash remnants blown into our eyes. Sticking to our frozen breath. Settling while shadows grow longer. Something small, unwatched. Something unknown. Rather unexpected. Grows where nothing was. Tending takes care. Willingness. Effort.
Sincerely, Previous & Next
p.s. Wintering over.
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