dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, March 05, 2016

flowers wilted, prayer life

I checked to see how much water was in the vase, and I thought there were a few inches of water.  Then the flowers wilted, and I saw I had been deceived--what I'd thought was the waterline was a line in the design of the vase.  Bummer!

I've got a draft together of my new zine, a book of prayers.

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