the stories that are uswhat we know what we believea clutter in our roomsif we release the wallsceilings and floorswe will float the airand blend with each other~roberti love that old house.
And all that detritus we abandon.
erin,beautiful vision...out of all possibilities and probabilities you always pick out something unique...and i'm glad this is not a question of mathematics...but your heart and your mind working as variables of the same equation...what beautiful results....
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))