I gird myself today
With the might of heaven,
The rays of the sun,
The beams of the moon,
The glory of fire,
The speed of wind,
The depth of the sea,
The stability of earth,
The hardness of rock
St.
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cotton-wool clouded
like a Japanese painting
Enter, my morning
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The warmth of summer has followed a very wet spring – but this too has its beauty.
The air in the garden smells of green and all things scented – heavy and sweet.
Things I love… No.