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Flower beds, climbing beans, cabbages, crisp and clean, the narrow ditch where nettles sting. Snail tracks glisten like silver threads on the pile of stones at the garden end. On hands and knees I hold my breath, gaze through the gap in … Continue reading
Slowly, silently, went the moon, went the darkest Easter I have ever known. This morning, I give thanks, for your breath, drawn, for your heart, beating. Slowly, gently, with the dawn.